“I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.”

-Ranier Maria Rilke

One Day You Were Sick   (and it was autumn)

I was hoping I could see the leaves
vibrate from light like you said they might.

But the wind
would not relinquish its control.

I wouldn’t want to either
if my breath could twist gold into silver

like birch leaves fluttering
from glossy black limbs.

I laid on the rock wanting to see
the world the way you do,

wanting to see the way light can give life
to a leaf.

I stared into the birch until it morphed—a blur
of blue sky, lemon rind and pewter. 

Then... wings. An osprey belly.  For seconds
it did not move.

It’s funny how the wind can spin leaves
and hold birds.

Happy Valentine's Day

May your sweet day end with a sweet night. 

How many steps must one take to consider herself in (or out of) the woods?

Reminded, today, how the dearest of friends can take us here. 

-thank you 

Whenever I catch a frog’s eye I am aware of this, but I do not find it depressing. I stand quite still and try hard not to move or lift a hand since it would only frighten him. And standing thus it finally comes to me that this is the most enormous extension of vision of which life is capable: the projection of itself into other lives. This is the lonely, magnificent power of humanity. It is, far more than any spatial adventure, the supreme epitome of the reaching out.

-Loren Eiseley