again,
when you delight to see the moon looming, rising serenely over the water and go,
Look!
And you stop to note how here, and now, the sky is bold blue and purplish
and the lamp, there, glows green
and the backs of cars blink red
and the moon's white makes the colour deeper
and the moment becomes bigger than
This.
Larger than the getting into the car and the getting home for dinner and the getting ready for bed and the Getting On.
It's
like a pause button.
And I think,
How am I? How have I been between the last moon and this,
how were you, and we?
Well,
there was hard and beautiful, rolled up together, like two cats curled.
And a gift,
soul-touching and resonant,
from someone else (Kimia, thank you).
(At the end of this talk, when she is standing there…? Beautiful.)
And time with
a sister
for a whole day! In the big city. Doing grown-up and silly, silly things. Laughing 'til we were bent over. Discovering each other again (it being the first time we'd hung out, just us two for a whole day in a Very Long Time).
And
kids who have blown my mind, truly this past month, with the words they have written in writers workshop. Blown! My! Mind!
Their energy makes me write harder, better, more, too. It makes me feel lifted, so that I write things I care about. And I feel so lucky, to spend time with people like these.
And
Someone I adore, dealing with things I wish I could do anything about…
the only help I can give from so far away, is
love love love love love. Great gobs of it, sent in steady waves.
And
a cat in a sun patch.
And rows of orange hats
(and green letters and yellow escalators and pink bags. Yum)
A big dog in a shopping mall
A girl dancing on shadows
A paper rocket
A vine of bottles
2 cats. 1 lap.
A stick in sand
The sky! The sea!
Long languid days where the air tasted,
lip smackingly
of Spring.
Two dazzling children
And the colour of night coming.
You try to catch these things,
these moments,
try to press them between pages, try to hold them, but they, in truth, slip like shadows out,
and dance out of time.
All you can do is note them as they pass. Each small thing and say, I am glad I saw you, felt you, photographed you, thought you, wrote you, held you,
loved you,
lived you.
All you can truly keep
is how
pleased you are to have been there.
All you can say is: Thank you.
