things come together like falling
rain hits the ground
seeps, sometimes flooding first
frantically finding space in roots
kitchen sinks
cesspools
sometimes it hovers over us
and we can smell it
almost.
i feel like i have been writing for years but
since then and after the fact
really it seems time is a tall tale
we forgot was created.
i might forget somethings sometimes
but i remember exactly where i was when
things came together.
like i was falling.
but suns rise
moons rise too
and even when the rain pinches the ground
it floats back up again
becoming stars
or at least cloud bouncers
enjoying the day's parade or mistakes made
hitting it all very hard so it can feel something real
each moment
like a continuous reason
to piece it all back
together.
december 3, 2007
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2 comments:
Hi Bibs! I finally found your blog, again. Spoke to you yesterday, not much more since then. Except, the new truck is really really big & the plow bigger! But it really is more appropriate for the size of lot to be plowed. That's it really for now. 3 weeks from today. Love, mama
Erica,
I love reading your blog, but not as much as I love you. Anyways, everything you say makes so much sense, even though it sounds like you are sometimes having trouble making sense of it all. I think I mean to say that.. haha, well that you are so lucid and conscious in your life, in the way you do things, in thinking about why you do the things you do, and even though sometimes you dont have all the answers (and who does) you ask all the right questions and you grow through the questions you ask about the things you see, do and say,
I admire you so much!!!!!!! The world needs more people like you, and you have so much to teach to everyone and so much love to spread and so much... just so much.
Oh, and by the way, that poem was really really beautiful, but really beautiful, I mean it.
I love you lots. Good luck in the final flurry...
abby
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