Thursday, October 13, 2011
Reading by candle. Venus inside the front yard maple. Distant holler. Telltale egg shells. Conversation indistinct. The calling, the vocation. Insinuations left by the wayside. The gap between need and want. Visitors ask for guidance. Polished swords, famous horses. Bend to the noose as if taking a crown. One builds castles of clouds, one trembles in farewell. Smoke to the North. Unexpected sweetnesses. Stopping to chat by the old gambrel. Toads digging temporary quarters. Orion obscured by moonlight. Long walks eclipsed by longer walks. The gap between knowledge and perception. Touching base with you, again.