Tuesday, December 29, 2020

Alone but not lonely


During this pandemic it's about separate yet together.  Trees are miraculous.  I think of trees as that liminal space between sky & ground.  A canopy for creative spirits. When a tree shakes its leaves, I am showered with petite poems. By the way,  I think of Zoom as a tree, do you?
Speaking of miraculous, I think of hands as the first spoon.

1 comment:

  1. Love fears symmetry--the angles all connected
    and measureable
    the lines written in ink
    the logical flow of one to another--No!
    It must be messy
    empty some times
    full of light on others
    Never satisfied for long,
    love only fears becoming
    something else


    sg 2020 sf, ca

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