12.29.14

hello! hello! cries the unfolding event, this moment's matter at hand. no blinking, or thinking  there is anywhere else. you there, humming driving along. rounding the bend of your beautiful life.

hello! hello!
cries the unfolding event,
this moment’s matter at hand.
no blinking, or thinking
there is anywhere else.
you there, humming
driving along.
rounding the bend
of your beautiful life.

kf | Route 302, Lisbon, NHn

in the days before they were called days it was here; luring our legless, loveless ancestors blinking from the brine, stretching each to stand then sing, beholden to roll stones into temples,  temples into poems that we might, for a moment, hold the sun on our tongue and so know: it is not always like this but it always is. know: the sky was not made to shine for us but we to shine for it.

in the days
before they were called days
it was here;
luring our legless, loveless ancestors
blinking from the brine,
stretching each to stand
then sing, beholden
to roll stones into temples,
temples into poems
that we might, for a moment,
hold the sun on our tongue
and so know:
it is not always like this
but it always is.
know:
the sky was not made to shine for us
but we to shine for it.

kc | backyard, Northampton, MA

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