You are the sunrise, the whole day, the sunset and stars.
You are the geese in multitude, the starlings, the hawk,
The rabbits and the ragtags,
You are the blue sky
And the long sleeping ground, puddled up,
You are the land, and,
Catching facts and myths all together,
Thankful for the mind of it,
I know they is good people by how they talks,
offertory
The phrase this season is
“i just - “
Not sure I realized it isn’t even really cold here, now,
Today was the sort of day in the delta where surely this winter lasts forever. When the night eased down in a fog, the sky red and orange and purple-blue falling around, strange light out here, the sun set behind the clouds, sleeping, and here I am driving,
Just to drive after trying to work, it’s the day’s-soul-compulsion, a strange land with signs slanted, towers tall, roads closed, bridges half-built - how do I get to church? The roads testing my car, flinging mud, smiling & flying through potholes, it’ll work out. Signs halting across the landscape and feeling defeated into the daze, turn-around, go home.
Real-life telling you the truth same as symbol-dreams if you’re looking.
Woke up to a starling singing. Woke up to this big-sky-light, too much sky in these photographs but it’s that or high water keeping the sky-lit,
Mirrors in the ground, mirrors in folks, a glowing tree, believing I was better back then, probably it’s true.
“I have a right, have a right, have a right, if I never ever see you again,”
Seems like the type of souls out here have a better heart at hand, and,
Tonight out in the back field, the moon now high, looking around at the land after driving it,
This is the type of day when the ghosts come out, surely, rising with meanness and curiosity, coming up, carrying on, into the stars.
It seems the whole day was strange to start out with, down the road and no light even in the day, the world just seems to be mud - Wilbur and I soaked in the rain but not sorry,
I wanted to be brave. Then the stairs were gone.
