I sweep through the day or rather the day sweeps through me as time flows faster then my thoughts these days. Busy piles up in the corners, as I try and untangle this wind chime that fell on the ground. It clinks and clanks in resistance to me unbinding the strings as though all they wanted was just to be wrapped around each other. I uncoil the same sentiment lifting chime after chime apart. Clink. Clink. Clink. I remind my projection that the bamboo still holds all those strings together, so they can be more then knots. Untangled, they sing.