Falling out

"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,

But I have promises to keep.."

R. Burns

Falling out, mid-day, mid-Winter.. Absent-minded as always, but mindlessly absent at last. Muddy path to enchanted forest, just a door away, past a gaping black hole. I am free today. I am free-falling, out, awake and aware. I am granted a day of Spring, and I take it and run. I'm a thief, stealing my own time. Chunks of time to make trinkets and hang here, like dream catchers, of feather and scraps and twigs. Hearts and faces carved into an oak, wet and glistening, crippled and crude. There are voyages into vast oceans, islands, worlds to be found and lost -- not for me, not for long..leave me be and within such a space I'll inhabit a tea cup, a shell on a shelf, an odd book. And my random world in a thimble will grow larger than those on your map..