Sometimes thinking feels a lot like sinking. Bellerive Wharf. March 2011.
I’ve been tired, oh so tired for such a long time now.
I seem to recall a time – somewhere about 1993 or so – where I wasn’t so tired all the time. Is this was it is to be getting old?
Is it fair that we’re ‘getting old’ at age sixteen?
Spring is like a perhaps hand, e.e.cummings
Spring is like a perhaps hand
(which comes carefully
out of Nowhere)arranging
a window,into which people look(while
arranging and changing placing
carefully there a strange
thing and a known thing here)and
changing everything carefully
spring is like a perhaps
Hand in a window
and from moving New and
people stare carefully
moving a perhaps
fraction of flower here placing
an inch of air there)and
without breaking anything.