Thoughtful Thursday

From a new poet I recently discovered:

Clean
I stand
grounded
in the shower
for what seems an eternity

Comforted by the foggy glass

It is the perfect mirror
for my foggy reflection.

Fascinated by the rivulets
some pooling, collecting
some flowing down
trickling, really

I breathe my life into them
unconvinced
as to whether it's cathartic
or damaging -

bleeding away my oxygen
my spirit
my hopes
my sorrow

feeding this pure water
as it gracefully
wends its way

Towards the drain.

Elle MacDonald

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

I am thinking that these dudes might have the right idea for F*cking February:

Stingrays on their annual migration
from Western Florida to the Yucatan in Mexico
(photo source: Sandra Critelli)

Migration....

Mexico....

Hmmm....