Monday, February 21, 2011
Ham Under Glass
Did you ever...
get the feeling..
that you were...
(Exchange between Lindy and the Chipmunk on the front porch this morning)
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Without great solitude no serious work is possible.
I seem to find it in odd places
In repetition, shape, and color.
In collections of mindless things.
In jam packed, overflowing shelves of thrift stores.
and knitting with sets of needles that have passed
though some strangers fingers into mine.
What did they make?
Whos lives did they touch?
In the isles of the library
and shelves of used book stores.
Where used nature guides are filled with old notes
snow covered walks and skiing.
Looking for bits of nature to haul in the house
from under the snow.
Watching the light change.
Where do you find it?