spring snow

I take a left out of the prole trawl on princess street to wonder and wander the park.

Later I meet friend R for sushi and wine and another in our series of discursive lectures on "how to live"

The world is a mess but on days like this, it's can be still delightful

In other news, saddened to hear Adrienne Rich has passed away. A powerful writer who really believed in "the power of art to break despair."

For the Dead

I dreamed I called you on the telephone
to say: Be kinder to yourself
but you were sick and would not answer

The waste of my love goes on this way
trying to save you from yourself

I have always wondered about the left-over
energy, the way water goes rushing down a hill
long after the rains have stopped

or the fire you want to go to bed from
but cannot leave, burning-down but not burnt-down
the red coals more extreme, more curious
in their flashing and dying
than you wish they were
sitting long after midnight

Adrienne Rich