Saturday, April 18, 2009

lemons

today we are only allowing ourselves water with lemons, cayenne pepper, and maple syrup. really i am allowing myself those things and two pieces of fruit. the idea is that something nice will happen.

last night i walked around in the snow for a long time.

today i walked around the block once.

i'm not sure what will happen tomorrow.

from sunday morning

we live in an old chaos of the sun,
or old dependency of day and night,
or island solitude, unsponsored, free,
of that wide water, inescapable.
deer walk upon our mountains, and the quail
whistle about us their spontaneous cries;
sweet berries ripen in the wilderness;
and, in the isolation of the sky,
at evening, casual flocks of pigeons make
ambiguous undulations as they sink,
downward to darkness, on extended wings.

--wallace stevens