snowballs drop from
curled leaves, budded branches
rapid-fire, round, whole;
an upside-down battle
done by unseen hands
he finds reason not to
this unusual morning
across snow-filled streets
her white shoulders slope,
drop disappointment
the struggle ensues;
logic falls dogged and persistent,
visible to her as breath on
windows watching snow
:hrr 031509
What do you know? I am reading an extraordinary book and witnessed something today that prompted me to write. I think Elizabeth Gilbert's "TED Talk" did me some good as well.
Oh, the book I am reading is called "The History of Love" by Nicole Krauss. Beautiful quote from the book re: being human: "At that moment, overcome with the tender brutality of physical existence with 'the insoluble contradiction of being animals cursed with self-reflection, and moral beings cursed with animal instincts' - Jacob launches into a lament..."
I'm going to start showing up. ;>
