Sunday, August 31, 2008

I want summer to last forever

It's my favorite. The long days make me feel safe; for hours everything is gold. We were moving for so long and now we are resting. But it all feels like running in place.

The other night -- it was dusk, really...the gold-silver light -- we saw a fox in the field near our house. It was a red fox but it looked silver. It was traced by light. The ears were pointed, the tail held straight out behind. "foxlight" I thought. That was exactly, it. silver-pawed. feather-eared. lilac-misted. paused, pointed. forever-light. deep in my heart-bones.

On television there is a story of a man who takes his red dog to the steamy night sidewalk. He emerges from silver elevator doors, crosses the polished lobby, and opens the glass doors. The red dog barks through the glass. The man walks away. The dog trots away. The dog made the man so sad.

Today, dragonflies. At least three of them, one of them clearly blue. I've read dragonflies mean money. money is so sad.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

in motion

is how we live, sleeping inside skin. I want wheels turning
only in, around. My clothes, they get thin
as I get worn. We were looking out for tracing
clouds, fin slid under wing. We were without
beds. I nurtured sounds. We came to land
on land like rest. We fluttered full to nest
only sticks built into temporary chambers.
In all this moving I remember how much I love.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Sunday, August 03, 2008

So it was really ridiculous to think that the night heron wouldn't come back. After all, birds fly for thousands of miles. They have that whole bird's eye view of the world. While it might be a challenge for a human to find his or her way back to place after a disorienting 10 mile car ride, it is not difficult for a bird.



This is a picture of a "cotillion" of terns. I took it last week at sand's beach. I like how sharp they look in flight -- like someone threw hundreds of pairs of scissors up into the air.
is this real?