I sit here day in, day out because I don’t want to miss anything. The new day brings newness - the wind is quietly roaring in the trees. The river has found its place in me - Girdled me up to my shoulders as I plunged in her cold waters, clothes and all.

Lost my beloved’s hat and ran the river up and down to find it - but no. It had left - on the currents - descended to a darker place to become a home for larvae or to wash upon the ocean and bob out to meet its maker - North and west.

The globe has been circumnavigated and I have found and lost my bearings. How does one speak of losing love? When it has been found and it has ground me to dust? I speak of love and my heart has been changed.

I am a changeling - like the Irish child stolen by the faery - I will go into the otherworld and meet you there.