At the first chink of sunrise,
the windows on one side of the house
are frosted with stark orange light,
and in every pale blue window
on the other side
a full moon hangs, a round, white blaze.
I look out one side, then the other,
moving from room to room
as if between countries or parts of my life.
Then I stop and stand in the middle,
extend both arms
like Leonardo’s man, naked in a perfect circle.
And when I begin to turn slowly
I can feel the whole house turning with me,
rotating free of the earth.
The sun and moon in all the windows
move, too, with the tips of my fingers,
the solar system turning by degrees
with me, morning’s egomaniac,
turning on the hallway carpet in my slippers,
taking the cold orange, blue, and white
for a quiet, unhurried spin,
all wheel and compass, axis and reel,
as wide awake as I will ever be.
by Billy Collins from Sailing Alone Around the Room – New and Selected Poems
This is what I have today. A poem. A new page from my visual journal. And a beautiful sign I spotted from the car yesterday. It’s a cool 58 degrees in Los Angeles this gray evening. Patchy low clouds and fog predicted for nearly every morning this week. This morning it was misting when I left the house. I enjoy these little breaks from the constant sunshine. It’s perfect reading weather. Or looking at visual journal pages on Flicker.
I DIG the mailart Nik sent today. Check it out! Raise your hand if you think it’s as cool as I do. My mailbox has really been rockin’ and rollin’ lately with all the cool things my new blog friends have been sending my way. Have I mentioned before that I nearly break my neck trying to get up my stairs when I get home from school just so I can log in and read the comments I may or may not have here on this blog? The cat posse knows to clear the path from front door to computer and keep all tails, paws, cat toys, and birds, lizards, or rats (that may be here on playdates) OUT OF THE WAY when mama bursts in the house around 4 p.m. each day. Who knew a blog could be so ridiculously fun?