I’m on a long vacation…..and my blog has been pestering me….my blog or that inner part of me that must speak? I was in a part village-part town- internet access was impossible. It is the place where I studied during my university days- a green, green place studded with birds and dotted with ancient men, women and trees.
So this is the landscape that settled within?
Come and visit me more in my dreams
monotone- come and visit me more
When repetition is urbanity, when I trip and fall
and think that no way out is in.
Love was just a place
after all- a palm frond floating in a green pond, lichen
steps touching a god, all stony paths reaching the heart
(you did beat after all?)
a malleable muscle that ignites with memory.