Drunk of this new light this new sun right delirious everything is more now finally visible for all that it is winter has deceptive clarity how easy it is to forget that emptiness is also a state of being fillable lack giving flavor to abundance
We all came through the night unscathed to the first day of Spring slow to arrive no different than the last day a dead sky hesitant rain I’m not so gullible as to try and balance eggs and brooms and the like but must admit I feel a sort of stasis as in something surely is holding us in place
This another sort of entrapment– the weight of ought and should even now even here waking so late to a colorless sky and still-bare branches backlit and immobile I went to stake the peas with sticks to try to gather and balance things now well beyond reason now well past care even the hermit juncos stopping to observe my shoddy weaving– silence and mania in this setting of a rescinded spring of days that can’t […]
This breeze is coming in from somewhere is every bit as intentional as this dappled sun these lean robins the pagan call of the flicker that echoes from the maples shouting what we all already know slowly but surely color is returning to this world
OPTIONAL POETRY 