I had hoped to close out the month with some big thoughts about how it’s went, but alas, it’s not to be. There’s just too much to do, today. I plan to come back at some point, when life is once again orderly, and get those observations out. Here is a draft of a dreamy little closing poem:
My own heart
welded or bolted
miraculously
expressively
organically
asymmetrically
to graceful love.
A little lever
I imagine using
for desire, figuring
I try it in my head.
To make a wild
gesturing, the tiny
pleasure of dreaming.