Whichever one

"...the evening reverses itself, we’ll push out
onto the pond,
or onto the reflection of the pond,
whichever one is eternal"

From "Time Problem" by Brenda Hillman

Before a storm

"...just after supper,
Unseasonable hail in huddles across the porch,
The dogs whimpering,
thunder and lightning eddying off toward the east..."

From "Looking Around" by Charles Wright

***

And so it did.

Slept most of the day, entangled in dreams of Hunan-flavored Moon Pies.

Off to join some friends for fajitas -- and if you're in the US, have a great Memorial Day weekend!

Snagged

"...The inward gates of a bird are always open.
It does not know how to shut them.
That is the secret of its song..."

From "On a Raised Beach" by Hugh MacDiarmid

***

I almost forgot what being outside looked like.

But some grit in my shoes and vegetative snags later, I found sunlight filigreed by a mockingbird's song.

Window sill

"...Neither inside nor out,
neither lost nor home, no longer
a shape or a name, I’d pass through

all the broken windows of the world. ..."

From "Hunger for Something" by Chase Twichell

***

What a wild roller-coaster ride, whip-sawed from the land of commerce into a world overrun with medievalists and back again in time to start another class.

I slept most of the weekend, and am just beginning to remember my name.

More to come, I'm sure of it.

Baling wire

"...I ain't confessing nothing.
On mornings when I hope you forget my name,
I walk through the high wet weeds
that don't have names either. ..."

From "Selected Recent and New Errors" by Dean Young

***

Holding the runny minutes together with baling wire and bubble-gum, until I get time for fewer words and more pixels. See you as soon as I can.