just because they know your name doesn’t mean they know where you came – cat power
I rediscovered grace through curated understandings
some spoken, explicit, but most often held in breath
in glances and in rhythmic exchange of metaphors.
A particularly classed communion.
Quiet clung to the lake’s edges
marred only by wandering hymns and mornings with thunder.
I thought about all those places that made us,
an acceptance of motion as hard-luck blessings and raptured devotion.
This is the tenuous nature of belief.
In effort, a maintenance of fallibility,
oh holy day: in haste, but with love.
in haste, but with love – Raymond Carver’s closing in an unpublished letter to Bob Adelman December 13, 1987