Spring making me weep: the change, the trees and soil getting ready to be brave, to grow anew, to put forth fragile blooms. The two of us standing in view of the dam at twilight. Her leaning over the book case from the apartment where I will live, bookcase put together by Japanese artist. Our lives switching around: dancing around each other, starting over: how will it be? Pushing away fear, getting ready to be brave.
Yesterday I found myself surrounded by the ocean, sparkling in the new spring sun. Marlboro beach in bright wind that washed through my body, made me translucent, washed all spirit, made the earth expansive and unified with me
as I raked leaves the wind blew them out of the yard for me
spring making my heart so heavy and anxious
the streets bright blue bleeding from the sky, pumping the blood of sun body