sometimes Linnea writes

thought
and all things creative
visceral
and imaginative
ideas that spring forth in the
half-awake
half-asleep
and come to being in the
reflections, haze, wonder-filled
reality of being.

reaching
deeply into the unknown
for some bit of earth to hold
to grasp, keep, grown on
nutritive,
nurturing
and slowly
despite the wondering, quiet, alone;
becoming.

loving
for inexpressible reasons
and anticipating the return of
such joy
growing
reflecting
overflowing
defeating the intangible
and becoming
the known