Musing

Merrily I adjust the binoculars

birds perch on the sycamore tree

sharing exhilaration.

Books I am reading:

Keats A Brief Life in Nine Poems and One Epitah by Lucasta Miller

and The Book of Form and Emptiness by Ruth Ozeki

Memories

Opening your school yearbook after so many years

memory are like high places we cling to

revelations can pain your heart

you want to resist but rawness is hard to hide

like a cry of a sparrow

eyes and face can reveal so easily

what is to inhabit bleakness of a future

or emotional existence when tethering from ordinary

but youthful exploits can ripen into awareness

mistakes can be forgiven

contradictions can come to resolutions

you can rise again after a wicked plunge

new leaf, new lines of relationships 

can bloom in extraordinary clarity

you are a survivor.