072103 #human A mourning dove impersonates an owl not far from here. Rain remains miles away; it's been teasing all afternoon. Pray for the afternoon to turn evening, for the evening to turn to night, for the night to wash away everything. A tiny human soul howls out in so much sadness it makes the heart want to burst. This is alive time. Someday you'll wake up from this dream too, shrug your shoulders, look at your mug while you're brushing your teeth and think, "That was weird...." Please, waking-up me, don't forget about still-dreaming me. Come back and collect me. Come share your life with ours, yours and my odd little family, and let's go back and forth between the worlds at random. Please. (Mama robin is still in the nest in the corner of the front porch. Rain rain rain rain rain.)