I made a cup of afternoon tea and wanted to also read the fourth draft of my new sonnet in progress. I quickly found the first three drafts loose…and my most current one, not so free! But definitely not lost and definitely not ‘run away.’ This lyon is guarding it for me, and I look closely beneath his fur, my sonnet carefully numbered today actually has had just twelve lines since yesterday, and currently.
But first I will rest with my cup of warm ’Rumi’ black tea and gaze upon the sky and trees, and maybe after lunch, the lyon will let the page loose for me to reread it anew. Sometime, I plan to add two new lines somewhere in it, for a fourteen line English sonnet.