Paired Things
Who, who had only seen wings,
could extrapolate the
skinny sticks of things
birds use for land,
the backward way they bend,
the silly way they stand?
And who, only studying
birdtracks in the sand,
could think those little forks
had decamped on the wind?
So many paired things seem odd.
Who ever would have dreamed
the broad winged raven of despair
would quit the air and go
bandylegged upon the ground,
a common crow?
Home from school. Just in time to sit out on the new patio out back and blink at the plants. It is pleasant that they don't talk. That no one is talking when I get home. Shhhhhhhh.
I just want to write in my book and dig my grubby mitts in the dirt. No time for the visual journal or art making. That would require cleaning up the workshop. Things are pared down to the essentials: read, write, dig, stare, sleep, repeat.
Crassula ovata below, Calandrinia grandiflora above. Both strong silent types. Sometimes I talk too much at school. I appreciate being able to come home and not hear the sound of my own voice. Blah blah blah.
A new poet to dream with: Kay Ryan. Our new poet laureate. And…a Californian. She wrote Paired Things above, which I like. Very very very much.
My brain is limited lately to slow movement and slower thought. Doing both with a view of the trees is new and different.
Love, love the photos!
Is that my drink?? thank you darling.
I love the poem and your patio. Such a view. I could sit and stare for hours. How do you get anything done? Wow! The plants are just lovely too. But the view…..I can understand the need for quiet. After those 12 hr. Nursing shifts I used to work I would come home and need quiet and a lot of sleep to forget all I saw. I hope you’re having a wonderful, peaceful weekend….
New to this – the particular photo I am referencing below is the backyard martini fest!
Cheers, indeed!
Again,
Lewis
Your photos are always magical, but this could be my favorite. The colors, the angles, the content — pure delight!
Thank you for the visual adventure your blog is.
Lewis
p.s. The new concrete/tile walkway is divine.
Your blog is a respite. After a long day of…whatever.
My favoritest part of the bottom picture is the martinis. How I crave some shhhh time with a martini.
Cheers!
My heart is aching to sit in that chair with you. I promise to be verrrrrry quiet. xo
You offer and invite us into poetry. I never think of investigating it on my own. I am grateful for your parts: you ear, your eye and your heart
Your crassula reminds me of a sea anemone. =)
And, are those reading glasses or sunglasses in the top picture? All I see is a couple of little tortise shell (sticks) and I’ve started to salivate ~
oh dear Mary Ann – thank you for the inviting patio scene (should I imbibe the left or the right – how about the left… that settled…) I will whisper now so as not to disturb the silence – in which I wrap myself as well – and the paired things – unparalleled – to be sure – this martini or whatever it is – is divine – sssshhhhhhhh…
so much beauty in
silence spoken here
xox – eb.