Living, we cover vast territories; imagine your life drawn on a map--
a scribble on the town where you grew up,
each bus trip traced between school and home,
or a clean line across the sea to a place you flew once.
Think of the time and things we accumulate,
all the while growing more conscious of losing and leaving.
Aging, our bodies collect wrinkles and scars
for each place the world would not give under our weight.
Our thoughts get laced with strange aches,
sweet as the final chord that hangs in a guitar's blond torso.

Think how a particular ridge of hills from a summer of your childhood grows
in significance, or one hour of light--
late afternoon, say,
when thick sun flings the shadow of Virginia creeper vines
across the wall of a tiny, white room
where a girl makes love for the first time.
Its leaves tremble like small hands against the screen
while she weeps in the arms of her bewildered lover.
She's too young to see that as we gather losses,
we may also grow in love; as in passion,
the body shudders and clutches what it must release.

Julia Spicher Kasdorf from First Gestures

Paean

Apollo the day is almost done
And I have not yet forgotten you.
The fire of daylight shadow’s spread
We are falling to earth like the light
In this last concourse
The flicker on our edges of memory
Where once there was morning
The singer of full day hushes
To greet me once again
I look to you
Travel the circuit of your eye
I was waiting for the darkness
Our inevitable conclusion refrains
The long day passes then stalls
Throwing our colors before us
Unquenched still burning
Even as this day fades

By the Corbyhawk herself.

Very pleasantly surprised

wow today I am in a really crappy mood, things are changing and I am kind of sick of what I am doing.... stuck in a rut so to speak and no way to snap out of it. Thought I would share here, feeling bad bad bad, mostly out of place. I have had some smacks to the ego that have left me not really able to rally. It was a clear direction in work and now it is not. Murky and full of fears, and feelings of general inadequacy. If I could get over the inadequacy I might be able to get somewhere. Need that confidence, the kind that changes the world. Mouse mouse.

The singer sang the final note true
I used to love him
I guess I still do