No moon for all this rain– I’d almost forgotten how to say it, how the night sounds on the eaves, a fallen world, the maples heavy with it, the pines’ roots re-establishing themselves, how quickly we all forget. I had a life before this, with space enough, and didn’t want for much, there were the stars, the moon, and other silent sentinels, some emptiness but I can’t quite remember how hollow it felt, the thought of you spills in, […]
Another city night, velvet -textured, wine-hued, here on the roof deck, in a glass bowl of new construction– the sharp angles of stilled cranes flashing intermittent red– and sometimes a night is just peaceful, I don’t know what distinguishes it except this soft, late, light, the sky that settles in like an always -faithful tide, a sense of containment, yet kind, and spacious–
What a momentous act to fold the shirt and to place it in the wardrobe and such a long long time since I’ve had such latitude so why do I go about thin-voiced bird-ish asking may I may I may I befuddled but like some happier Kafka I seem to have woken up with wings [again thank you all for kind comments– looking forward to catching up on them shortly!]
Completely dehisced from known land from maps and plans past the limit of margins waking up now is like being on a boat– Where has the night delivered me? [Apologies for general lack of posting and responding to comments, in the process of moving and with variable wifi access!]
[Descant] A strange thing, this geometric city living. The night sky is always pink here, with residual heat— I’ve never seen a star, only the boxy glow of the higher high-rise, the landing lights of planes swallowed up by clouds (I assume) no birds, no breeze, just isolated trees and the audible gradients of interminable descent, and I always wake up tired. Selah.
Sudden blue like a blow who knows from when or where it comes from the viaduct the Bay shines today like a blank page so very full of promise– but how it does get taxing, all this hoping and hoping, and hoping–
Here another summer day like any other just like any other and between being left and leaving I know which I prefer– Unsettling wind I wake to news of fire on the butte and the power gone out and KOZI off the air and level 3 orders to get out now and a pile of dead goats at a ranch that burned overnight and horses run off like open-ended questions– Only a slight haze, here, a tinge of regret, chagrin, I am far away, […]
By one the sky was evening-dark by two the sky had split and rain fell like it hasn’t in months and the city breathed a sigh of relief– and yes it’s want that makes abundance but love sometimes you keep me waiting when even a minute is one too many
Never a direct course so not unlike a sail we turn up the wind shifts and then we must fall off but always arrive an evening shore a sky open like arms and unlike a sail it’s such joy to be becalmed
A pink gray sky no sleep dead heat every few seconds a car rolls down the street like a sigh like a slow-moving wave and the star I thought I saw was only a plane and no birds sing even though it’s more morning than night now I’ve watched every single lonely hour crumple and go on
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