I drowned my sorry-for-myself in a poem

and a handful of fresh raspberries

wearing the juice as I ate them,

for they were fresh and ripe and sweet-soft...


and then Murphy the cat demanded my attention

bringing me back to a hard-packed earth

and the necessity of giving medicine to a creature

whose love was never conditional

but just.... IS.


Just now, so many geese flew over my house

the sky became black for a moment

the air

and my senses

were filled with their calls.

They went toward the West

and I just realized

if I go




it is going East


Are you East

or are you West or

are you both at the same time?

In my way,

even if I am not there with you

I am there with you.


I do so love mysteries...

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