shadows shaped like cats
mothers
bad homemade cards
soil, bluebird babies being eaten by a black cat
loading my car up with plants
thank you body
body that can carry heavy bags of soil
two at a time upwards
step after step after steep step
times five
look down
do you have hands?
i do
and i am grateful for them
i can feed myself
i can touch my lover
what would life be like for me to not have hands
after having them for so long?
i do love my hands and am grateful to have them around.
yesterday i spent a few hours in paradise
i strung tiny dry white flower puff things
onto a blade of grass
this is where the idea of beads came from
a passage for thread to move through
or a fine stem of grass
everything i look at is so alive
that which we call an arbutus
pulsates in the bright blue space
i seem to understand right now
and i am rapt by its presence
i could go on and on and on
trying to name it
staying still and watching it unfold seems to work
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