words

i am struck with the feeling of wanting to write but not knowing what to.

so...

'anticipated nostalgia.'

read this in a william stafford interview. he was talking about his poem 'Next Time'. finally. words for feelings. also this is my favorite of his poems. (its towards the end)

there's a lot of things i don't understand.

i think where i am is here: content but reflective. its a good place, full of noticing, and i'm kind of sponge like, and i actually am starting to appreciate the sun.

mistaken for stars.

hmmm. this is marinating....

faces.

so many. so beautiful. i miss them.

the best...

conversations are had in cars.

............................................................

twirling turning changing

it sprouts green and it looks up.

and it looks up.

soaking sponging becoming

a part of the light of the sun.

take me there.