Lately I’ve become obsessed with paperweights, she said
Globes of millefiori or lampwork flowers
birds, butterflies, and fish more brilliant
than life
captured mid-swirl
color and light eternally moving in the arrested instant
How can a world, a moment
so fragile and delicate
lie so solid and substantial in my hand?
(because compost happens)
Books I’m Currently Reading
The Daily Compost 