What Was
September 5th, 2011 § 5 Comments
What Was
Last night, I had no dreams of crashing cars
or translucent shells
or even wandering dogs.
Last night, we shaped into what was to come.
Now we rise – this new -
heavy and soft with the insistent
Gentle yearning of a suckling. We drink dark
coffee from a butter cup.
”Life is Good” it says, as if
We needed a reminder.
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Sometimes I think we are made to forget then remember then forget then remember…
But maybe that’s no more process than walking, step by step.
I love your voice. And that sounds like, life is good. Don’t feel like arguing that impression away.
I need this cup.
Do you need a reminder? :-)
Unfortunately, yes.
There’s something about a “Life is Good” mug that’s inspiring.