The City's deep sigh brings to life a windy symphony
Of rustling leaves; the sway and tap, sway and tap, of clanging shades on wide-open windows.
Lungs, like tiny lichen, surrender--animated by a force not my own; I fall into steady rhythm with the lifebreath of the world around me.
In the trickling stream of perception which exists between the moist clay slopes of sleep and sleeplessness, I cherish this soft moment, within and without; this sense of relief from some unnamed burden.
I am nestled safe among the tree-tops
Crowned with matted hair and wondering at the impossibility of a life spent held in the arms of one who loves me.
Asleep together on the safe and solid Ancient Earth's surface--I remember it well, gilded and glowing, and wonder at how it will all unfold and at how the wind will carry us.
On this Hundredth sleepless night, I gathered Rose petals from the bushes by the chain link in your front yard The birds were waking up I wonder if anyone saw me, holding the flowers entirely in my mouth to feel them in my heart. I cupped my palms gently around the Ones that looked ready and they fell to bits beneath my touch, shedding their petals with a grateful sigh
When is was okay to be awake, Black cats mirrored one another behind the house, their yellow eyes opening and closing with boredom and knowing as two raccoons played violent lovegames, unafraid of our watching
Sleep has become a delicate matter / my arms and legs are growing stronger.
There is a smell so good in this city. There is a wetness in the grass and a sweetness light on the breeze. The pressure of so much altitude, absent. My family is here.
Some days ago, I spent the afternoon on the side of the Mountain Laying in the Sun, I was reminded of my worship of it, forgotten, somehow in this long Winter And beside me, all the grasses bowed their heads in agreement Looking humbly ever downward, remembering the other half of the equation. And baby cacti inspired cooing in me sweet as any human child could And I curled up happily on the Earth and listened carefully to my thoughts.
it is like that warm honeysummer light and icebluebaptismal water and breeze on bare skin all in an instant it is like that driving down the nowhereholyhighway beneath your lover, the Sun, and hearing all the cactus outside the car humming lazily it is like sweetshy suretrueandtender kisses under starry moonlit skies thatgoonforever in the wiseancientknowingembrace of a tree whose branches move softly in the night
it is the cat moving suggestively against your leg the drydead grass rustling in the wind before the expanse of the plains below trees in unbearablyperfect symmetry every way you look
It is so much sweetnessjoylove in your heart allatonce that you feel you may collapse in a fit of tears and laughter and wanting to make love and be held and shout loudly all at once!
It sends shivers through me.
and what I mean is, the whole world is conspiring marvelously to turn me on, just like it used to.
And it makes me want to climb to the top of something and sit very still and to float, belly to the sky, in the creek of my beginnings and to wake up earlybeforethesun to make the Tea and greet the Jays outside my window and most of all, it makes me go mad for holding your hand and smiling real sweet, and making sure you know how precious you are.
For this whole life, this whole wide world, is nothing but Love itself. Just Love enticing Love to realize that it is just that.
My sheets are dusty with the smell of my own sweet sweat I can't sleep anymore. It's this house. There are squirrels living my attic. They are so loud they must be building a Motel or trying to bust in through my ceiling.
gums bleeding from neglect the opiate-like pleasure of romantic fixation