The Promise

{"Ghost" by biszkopciik}

Stay, I said
to the cut flowers.
They bowed
their heads lower.

Stay, I said to the spider,
who fled.

Stay, leaf.
It reddened,
embarrassed for me and itself.

Stay, I said to my body.
It sat as a dog does,
obedient for a moment,
soon starting to tremble.

Stay, to the earth
of riverine valley meadows,
of fossiled escarpments,
of limestone and sandstone.
It looked back
with a changing expression, in silence.

Stay, I said to my loves.
Each answered,

~Jane Hirshfield


I am only one person. I can only do what is it within my power to do, within the constrains of time I am given. I have done my best with the circumstances I have been handed. I can only ask as much of myself. I am only one person.


I still can't get it right

I don't know.  I still can't get it right,
the way those dirt roads cut across the flats
and led to shakes where hounds and muddy
skulked roundabouts.  Describing it sounds trite
as hell, the good old South I love to hate.
The truth?  What's that?  How should I know?
I stayed inside too much.  I learned to boast
of stupid things.  I kept my ears shut tight,
as we kept doors locked, windows locked,
the curtains drawn.  Now I know why.
The dark could hide things from us.  Dark could 
what we could not.  Sometimes those dirt roads
me, where they ended up:  I watched a dog die
in the ditch.  The man who shot him winked at 

~Kathryn Stripling Byer



So uh, married life.  You should try it.

"We're 10 Thousand-aires!" -hubbie.


To bad it's all going into our new house.  But holla.  Landmark.