“Going to California, even for two days, will make you think that there is an alternate version of your live that includes living in a white clay house with bougainvilla climbing up the walls, driving top down on the 10 while taqueria smell and sunscreen essence hit both sides of your nose, and in which your career consists of “having meetings” outside at wicker tables, wearing cocktail dresses, and also listening to every joni mitchell recording ever made.
And then you get back to blackberries and freezing fingertips and eight cups of coffee and bosses who say, “I hope you know you should be expensing your no-doze.” And you wouldn’t want it any other way.”
-Rachel Syme
…and why ask that why
of the larger why, why did this happen, and why from that why
branch to the why am I alive why, there’s the why
are we here why and the why do we let so many questions
begin with a bang why and the why do we say aftermath
when it never ends, the desire to add for some and subtract
for others, we say we want answers, that it’s very quiet
around here now, all this light, the sun more full of itself
by the day until July will strip us of shadows and time
will seem to have given up on night, why is the song
we add to nature, we’re like birds as kids, why why why,
we sang, we sing, whole flocks of us swirling now,
turning our turns into turning, not knowing
in our direction what our direction is, how things
get decided undecided, lost if you need to find us
is where we are.
Loved these.
May I lay on you
under the tree’s shade reading
leaves of light dancing on you?
leaves rustle above
sentences read then forgot
lost to your soft warmth
via jumpanyway:
Light, then fade away
And when the dark is darkest
Light breaks the stillness
The pops of vinyl
beneath these, the slowing tires
And a star-filled sky
Fireflies
Just dancing stars
In mid-air
A flash bends the night
Leaving silhouettes to my
Imagination
