ahmos soulstice bear. we walked to the point and the end of the beach. bear wants to run and i'm too slow but i don't think she's ready or i'm not anyway we're not but i wonder if i grow more timid and less confident with age. she grabs the leash and her eyes search me. we're alright, we still have some fun these reduced walks, and we're safe—that's key.

i paid my bills on the abandoned studio and renewed my phone. i wished my dollar store friend good equinox and he didn't know the word, then showed me his schedule charting the sun to the minute. that's our whole religion he said. i said i follow the sun too—born on the solstice— devoutly, though not as minutely as you.