Alone, and safe. It’s been a long day. Yet, my body is strangely without ail, and I have little need for dumb shoes up here. I trust this grass. I share the cold winds with the pitch black pines, share how it can be so thrilling just to be, to see. Can’t you see? What are you doing to me? I’m on a self-fulfilling extermination, you’re driving me crazy. I’m afraid I’ll open my mouth and have nothing to say.
(At this point our puppy hasn’t started running away yet, so I’m glad to watch him wander around the back of our barn, sniffing at the old pallets, and swinging, white tail high). My eyes bounce from the cloudy glass windows up to the sky.
They rest on stars just past the moon, so her light seeps into the sky, impossibly bright. Like admiring a spoon of honey before chomping down, my eyes snap back not a moment too soon. For a split second she remains in clear contrast, a near perfect sphere of light, then darkens to reveal her face. Fallen beech leaves resting still in deep woods puddles; even where the sun can’t reach, the side facing us remains whole against the endless blackness of the night sky; never missing in pieces, eaten by sarcastic remarks…
’Cause your phases interrupt my phrases when I bide my time,
I’d say that I’m blind to all but the dark side, the clarity of cloud scattered skies,
Afraid to find my mind, it’s open so wide, I know I gotta turn away my eyes
(Dog comes back, massive fluffin puppy that he is, we wrestle over a stick, jog back down to the house, I stay up late on my phone after I write this all down, unsatisfied)
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