written when mom died...(my written eulogy)
(The Moon`s A Balloon)
who knows if the moon's
a balloon,coming out of a keen city
in the sky - filled with pretty people?
(and if you
and i should
get into it,if they
should take me and take you into their balloon,
we'd go up higher
with all the pretty people
than houses and steeples and clouds:
away and away sailing into a keen
city which nobody's ever visited,where
in love and flowers pick
My religion is well known to those few who know me, I believe in bodies, arms entangling and untangling.
I believe, and I know it to be so, that there are so many curves and hollows in a single body that none of us can come to
know them all within a single lifetime. I believe in one to one and one on one, no wine or hand-me-down bible can improve
I believe in spring, but only if I'm rolled up in a pillow or holding some well-loved face in my hands or
my imagination is any world green enough for me.
More often I'm a spectator, meaning I've no reason to believe in anything
save what I see. But I do. I know there is more to seeing than looking, but I go on looking..