Fibonacci Poem Number # 89

now

is body

soul here be

home quiet reading typing breathing

life newspapers coffee cats music tired eyelids sleepy

body feeling my face while my husband is doing I know he is

reading silence and little sounds static in my ears thinking what to write and feeling it all now as paper crackles movement.

I am working on a little poem book so I can present the full Fibonacci Poems sequence in a satisfying way.