farming in memory
8/11/04
No capture. Not sure how it’s done. Farming in memory. Elements? The elements have been graceful. Appreciative. Sun air earth water. Wind and bumping along in the boat. Learning is better on the right side than the left? Boat or canoe? Story or sandbox? Who’s to say. Leave it to the gods.
Tiredness seeping through my veins. Blood vessels, skin a sheen of DEET. I had my hair in braids – strike out self-consciousness and judgments like a match. Intensely itchy bite on the back of my left thigh. Almost painful. Edgy and overdressed, fearing rain. Fearing purposelessness. Thoughts of the project, need to revise. Thoughts. Half a burned pancake. Rice, over-cayenned, with squash. Lantern light. Climbed Schoodic Mountain. Elderly, exhuasted, past, want to do it everyday.
| Secret poetry, puts the backbone in my life, the course, the bed, the riverbed. Like God.
Calming judgments, stroking their heads. |