Entailing the place that has enveloped me. With the lovely wrappings of people, events, emotions, plans, keeping me bundled.
So lucky I’ve been swaddled so warmly, its 5 degrees outside last I checked.
Arms wrapped and locked lips occasionally forming words to trade. But calm understanding, sharing quiet sounds, makes more sense than this weird language we make with our heads.
I pick up frequencies that tell me when to laugh and cry. The receiver glows bright red when I feel, truthfully; seeing the waves as they are, before the static, buzzing, sounds they become. Soon after, I don’t need the receiver or the speakers at all.
I’m the waves watching the waves.
But back to HERE, Vermont, with Roni and her family, casual hospitality and love.
So lucky I’ve been swaddled so warmly, its 5 degrees outside last I checked.
Arms wrapped and locked lips occasionally forming words to trade. But calm understanding, sharing quiet sounds, makes more sense than this weird language we make with our heads.
I pick up frequencies that tell me when to laugh and cry. The receiver glows bright red when I feel, truthfully; seeing the waves as they are, before the static, buzzing, sounds they become. Soon after, I don’t need the receiver or the speakers at all.
I’m the waves watching the waves.
But back to HERE, Vermont, with Roni and her family, casual hospitality and love.
***Written 24 January 2009***
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