May 2011
Listen
“In the darkness of my night, in the brightness of my day.”
Dream:
I’m leaning against a wooden fence
with its white paint
chipping.
I spot you across the green of that open field.
You’re dancing with the high grass.
The wind consumes my call.
I watch.
You’re swaying in that dress.
I’ve always loved that dress.
There’s a blue vat above you.
You look upward and smile.
I smile too, knowing an open sky is the best audience.
I inhale deeply, dreaming of leaving my demons.
Murder in the City
The Avett Brothers
The most important song in the world to me.
If You Only Could
Donna The Buffalo
If you only could see what you have got
If you only could be who you are not
If you only could love the things you know
If you only could let the spirit flow
“I am writing with my burnt hand about the nature of fire.”
—Ingeborg Bachmann
