Monday, June 18, 2012

"a hand or something passes across the sun"


the morning is quiet.
but so very alive.
buzzing.
with bird chirp.
and breeze whistle.

the sun is warm.
on my bare feet.
as i eat toasted beer bread.
(a homemade gift from a cherished friend.)
drink coffee.
and read the poetry.
my soul has so longingly craved.
recently.

i can't get too far beyond the title.
without stopping.
to contemplate.
ruminate.


a wild patience.
a wild patience.
has taken me this far.

indeed.
indeed.
 

1 comment:

  1. love all of this. very curious about the book.

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lovelovelove.