fresh eyes
.
some days
i let my camera choose the focus
and fall in love
with imperfection
all over again
.
i dream myself awake and wander
through corners of remembrance
there is no hope
there is only hope
there is only keeping on
we all climb the same mountain
weight-bearing and moon lifted
and the snail that eats
the lily
must surely taste
sunshine
i cannot blame her
for surviving
though i admit
there are times
when i toss her into weeds
where she will climb
and eat the flavor
of absent-minded forgiveness
just as content
with a broken down aster
alive
.
.
.
September 9th, 2014 at 9:13 am
Beautiful… Thank you.
September 9th, 2014 at 6:05 pm
I love this, Kelly.
September 10th, 2014 at 7:54 am
The finest joy in this life is that somewhere, someone will always see with fresh eyes, and be able to write it, so that I may see it too. No coincidence that it is usually you.
September 18th, 2014 at 2:19 pm
last night a hawkmoth the size of a hummingbird flew into my bedroom. twice – after releasing it the first time it circled back through the open window. as it turns out, it’s also known as the tomato hornworm – which have been devastating to my garden this year. and so remorsefully, I removed it from the food chain, but now wonder if I did the right thing ~