there are some mornings when the sky looks like a road by Diana Prelevic on March 21st, 2009
i fell in love twice last week. it was a beautiful thing it was.
yes yes there was that omnipresent pang of: oh oh this is sure to break my heart…
but not now, not now, not yet, not yet…
for now, i let these songs be my feathered breaths
“While the wind howls low and tries to steal my hours
You’re the hooves that lead me through the forest”
“She said sing sing sing sing sing sing melodies”
*drawing by Nick Bantock from Griffin and Sabine
this morning i woke up to find myself in a familiar–though changed–place
and the birds were chirping
they were!
could it be?
might it even…
…be almost here?
i smiled smiled smiled smiled
and strummed my shams
and then i found this
in another beloved bedside companion of mine:
93
spring!may—
everywhere’s here
(with a low high low
and the bird on the bough)
how?why
—we never we know
(so kiss me) shy sweet eagerly my
most dear
(die!live)
the new is the true
and to lose is to have
—we never we know—
brave!brave
(the earth and the sky
are one today)my very so gay
young love
why?how—
we never we know
(with a high low high
in the may in the spring)
live!die
(forever is now)
and dance you suddenly blossoming tree
—i’ll sing
-eecummings 95 poems
*sketch by Jackie Grace McCormick, another spirit wanderer inspired by capt. bantock…
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