Posting time

So neglectful
Leaving the details of life behind like so many faeries
Bills, what's that?
But paper spiders floating around my ears leaving webs trailing over my hair.
But numbers marching over my toes distantly calling for attention I don't have to spare.
All this leads to disaster
and tired resignment to draw my consciousness
back and back to the magnifying glass so I can look for the details
so hard to find
in this vast adventure.
Who can look at ants when riding an elephant?