2026-10-26 · theme: signal · alludes to Psalm 42:7
A kingfisher lands on the dock before the fog lifts. One flash of blue, and the river remembers it is listening. Deep calls out across the water, though no one has lowered a bucket in years. The light arrives the way it always has, carried in slowly, by hand. I set down the pen. The reed bends. The morning holds. Nothing yet to answer. Nothing yet to send.
Composed today.