Sunday, August 7, 2011

An August Christmas

Sometimes the hardest solution is the one that sits on the edge of consciousness. It sits in plain view but just out of reach when one strives fervently to grasp it. It is like a single breath. Simple, yet elusive to those who pursue it with dogged persistance. Shall we not let life just be? To linger, evolve, create, metamorph to the solution that we so crave.

Perhaps a trip to Israel, a sidestep to Quebec, a parlay to Greece, will make that which we hold dear become a reality.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Emily Uplifted


After great pain, a formal feeling comes
The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs....

Ah Emily Dickinson, how well read you were in school. You lay fallow for so many years only to be revived to a shelf of favor.
I HAVE not told my garden yet,
Lest that should conquer me;
I have not quite the strength now
To break it to the bee...
I wonder how worthy was the bee?