August 17
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–
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August 16
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, […]
August 14
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
August 12
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
August 8
Cool rain waning moon a mud-drab marsh bird troubles the water the reeds don’t stir a mineral air rises from the silt soil the littoral so literal I plant my feet in earth that is also part water and returning know a return is also always a departure [I’m back! Was defending a thesis in a completely non-poetry-related field, am now enjoying life as a Master of Science]
July 31
I don’t know why I opened windows to let in such heat or why I’m almost tempted to sleep outside if not that there’s no such thing as safe or shelter might as well accept it the offer of fresh air and the way the day falls off into night and wakes with a chill blue moon you know just what I am here for
July 30
Silence is a thirst answered by sand a couple hours is a drought a day would be the end
July 29
Every song is more songlike– the cloud’s coloratura above the lake, birds carrying fish gripped in feet like good luck charms, for some at least, life it gives and takes, a talon or a hand is just one sort of cage, these gnats form another, atomic cloud -like above lily pads, the water dark and slack but for slow bubbles, small spheres, trapped air returning to air, entropy, natural order, beauty, everything in concert, live, […]
July 27
Bird Song #2 Passerine birds have perching feet, all songbirds are passerines– I was unsure at first, feeling more a tinamou, penguin, or skua in worst moods, but having lit upon this branch and begun to sing, I would now need a beak to hide this grin, even in flight I am calling, look, look just what the years have taught me after all, three toes forward one toe back–
July 26
Everywhere, now, I see reaching– the maple branches under summer’s half -done sun, the sun’s rays themselves, every airy exhalation, the personified breeze, all momentous acts, or acts of momentum– of course this isn’t what Heisenberg meant when he wrote about uncertainty but I could be anywhere, I wouldn’t care, the principle stands– I know where I am going, now, if not just how to get there
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