how I live with foreboding foremost, the breath unsteady watch it even, settle remember it’s required and dear the mind skittish, disturbed— turn it away from dark stories feeding brains built to notice what’s wrong drink in sharp scent of ripening tomatoes or walk in first rain petrichor rising birds ruffle and preen soothing me as they bathe
I am currently visiting the Oregon Coast. Yesterday, I saw a French bulldog running down the beach with an inflatable ball balanced on its nose! Your poem reminded me how important it is to remain awake/alive to moments like this! It's so easy to dismiss them with all that's going on!
Your poem is a support for me, an individual, attempting to live sanely amid all the "dark stories" and fabrications scorching Portland, Oregon.
I so get it, Daniel. "Attempting to live sanely" takes so much energy, doesn't it?
I am currently visiting the Oregon Coast. Yesterday, I saw a French bulldog running down the beach with an inflatable ball balanced on its nose! Your poem reminded me how important it is to remain awake/alive to moments like this! It's so easy to dismiss them with all that's going on!
Anam Cara, I would have loved to have seen that. You didn't happen to snap a picture, did you?
No, sadly, he was moving too fast!
Shucks! Enjoy your vacation.
a thousand thanks for the ever-needed reminder...
I need the reminder just as much a you! Some days I feel as though I write to save myself.
and who better to do that job?!?!?
good point! See you in the morning.
I could live on that fragrance - “drink in sharp
scent of ripening
tomatoes”
I'm with you! Our season is almost, almost over. Maybe one more week.
Thank you
To breathe deeply, sigh
To tend to attention trips
To smell fresh fruit, rain