Berenice Abbott, Behavior of Waves, 1960, Cambridge, Massachusetts
In the same way orange trees are dormant in winter,
I saw a way to be — abstract as light, silence, form.
I am only a singular present self carved in this body.
I found time by counting the clock’s soft tick-tok
In tempo with the whoosh of a knelt city bus & claw clicks.
I made a wish the Sequoias below live longer than me.
“Resolve to carry on the quest of your own reality.” — Sathya Sai Baba, 7 April 1968, from Sathya Sai Baba Speaks. Vol. VI.
sunset on Mars 15 April 2015
a call then obligatory response
we rationalized into excuses
a burial and flourish
NL headed west, 31 January 2019
peel to the flesh of an orange
I didn’t find what I was looking for
whatever that what was supposed to be
the sky is fog; the fog is sky
Venus still hums her vibrations
Richard Moult – In the Heart of the Wood and What I Found There
“What is it that keeps up from drowning in moments that rise and cover the heart?”
Anne Carson, Plainwater
under the current circumstances
you must understand
in my dreams
you robbed me
the plot was a repeat
did you see that emergency flare?
it was bright
our skies hold light
debate shatters into silence
we meant to say
details spread diluted
revenge collects into thriving tragedy
what hope hunts has no reflection
survival now the most obvious commodity
danger and excitement can feel the same
our bodies keep trying to tell us this news
live as in
we grope backwards