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.
Love fears symmetry--the angles all connected
ReplyDeleteand 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