Out there?
There is no out there.
All is open.
Open water. Open I.
— Muriel Rukeyser —
little songs…
We have entered
each other’s atmosphere
In isolation,
the way a bee knows
The deep shadows
in the folds of a flower
But doesn’t know
what a bouquet is,
— Rowan Ricardo Phillips
there is a crack in everything…
that’s how the light gets in.
and there you are…
Beauty and grace are performed
whether or not we will or sense them.
The least we can do is try to be there.
— Annie Dillard —
cloud nine…
I don’t care where we are or who’s around,
this is what I want to do every time I see you.
autumn leaves…
The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold….
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
Since you went away, the days grow long
And soon I’ll hear ol’ winter’s song.
But I miss you most of all my darling,
When autumn leaves start to fall.
— Johnny Mercer —
take, if you must…
… this little bag of dreams,
Unloose the cord, and they will wrap you round.
— William Butler Yeats —
it’s not a risk…
before the irrevocable (or, what happens on 12th st)…
