I’ve burrowed inside during the last week of snow, ice, the endless deluge
of mudslide-threatening rain. Relief surges as I feel cold air on my face,
my belly warm and soft with gratitude to be awake before the sun crests,
in the pause before birdsong.
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– For the Ring family
A few sips of digestif
balance the richness
prepare the body for rest.
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I prefer the city at dusk, skies brush-stroked vivid, intensifying
as the backdrop goes black, easier to be alone.
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Rousted from buxom dreams, hunched like a tramp, she crept
along the thin knife’s edge, then curled, petal-soft, averting pursuit.
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It’s hearts that get broken, not water, not rivers.
Etel Adnan, Surge (2018).
Night is for sleep. Usually.
The curious, the lonely, the still-awake padding softly from bedroom window, shades
drawn, to kitchen, to backdoor, to fence behind the garden, latched loosely. To join
the buzz and hum that continue, defying false stillness curated indoors, the movement
of ground dwellers, branches and clouds, nocturnal eyes measure the moon’s arc,
comforting circle of embrace, a lie we don’t mind. One of many.
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