a short list of delightful things that happen when you have low blood pressure . . .

Fragments of the earth
twirling in the wind,

asking to dance;
dance with them as they tell stories

of times that only they remember.

The brightest star,
casting an orange glow

setting over this land

white room
too white 
almost blinding to the eyes. 

broken mirror,
shards scattered, 
reflections lost 
to those who needed them.

i am here
and you are too, 
yet both just
silhouettes