new old kid on the blog,
with an occasional
old or new poem written off
the old writer's block
Wonderful. I can imagine the light and feel the jump. I once had a dream, as a child, I remember here in which everything was white. Like one bright, illuminated light space with texture and nothing else. It's the closest I've come to looking into a void, and I don't remember being frightened.
Elisabeth,How nice of you to share your childhood dream and how illuminating it must have been since you remember it so vividly and--as it seems--fondly. Thanks again for your comments.PS. Lately, I seem to be on a light bender! Maybe I should sober up.