a poem about trying to let someone go
When I see this picture, I feel comforted. This feels so familiar.
Last night, I got into some conversations with my friends about life, heaven, past lives and future lives. I will never know who or what I lived in my past or future, because the only plane that we truly know is real, and the only one we have control over is the present. But I see an image like this, I know I’ve been these before. I’ve swam in these water, basked in these iridescent light beams.
And I look foreword to the moment I get to do it all again.
bishop boar on a camel
book of hours, Provence, ca. 1440-1450
NY, Morgan Library & Museum, MS M.358, fol. 13r
a classic i-don’t-fit-in poem
another haiku from april ❤️
The Shape of Ideas
another eclipse haiku from 4/8/24
possibilities
reveling in melodies
and their remedies
Thoughts in the early morning
4/8/22