dripping with alchemy
. She now wakes me up at 5am.
. Is anyone seeing the sunrises? I miss them so much.
. Why can’t every day have these temperatures, and these breezes?
. let's eat strawberries
and prop our feet on stacks of library books
. Understand, I’ll slip quietly
Away from the noisy crowd
When I see the pale
Stars rising, blooming over the oaks
I’ll pursue solitary pathways
Through the pale twilit meadows,
With only this one dream:
You come too.
~ First Poems, Rainer Maria Rilke
. Slow. So slow.
. There’s a glug of Vinho Verde in the fridge and frost-bit shrimp in the freezer and stalks of asparagus standing in a bowl of water. Maybe there’s an old lemon on the table, too.
. I do the lesson of paying attention: deep greens, tempered bird song, a hum of traffic, hammering from another backyard, honeysuckle perfume, my easy heartbeat, a breeze that flirts with bare skin, grey sky, a longing.
. What matters?