today everything I know
is somewhere else
except that the ivy has been
trying to come through window
I remember the last time
I crawled through a window
that was Mexico though,
with the moon low over the sea
and the slow procession of
turtles moving up the beach
today everything I want to know
is somehow elsewhere
tangled up in the pink
of the bougainvillea
© Sarah Whiteley
this window is just
the idea of sky
in the same way hands
merely suggest caress
human hearts imagine
more than what is given
this ceaseless
invocation is hope
and is the reason for
so many moon songs
© Sarah Whiteley
I am transfixed
by the kiss
of sickle moon
to black pine
against infinite
ink of sky
© Sarah Whiteley
Anyone else catch that large and glorious crescent moon in the sky a few nights ago? So beautiful!
so many bumblebees,
the locust flowers
tremble in delight –
my window is open
wide to wonder!
© Sarah Whiteley
I do love the locust tree outside my window. The flowers are just beginning to fade and fall, but it’s still abuzz with fat little bumblebees all day and in the evening the Anna’s hummingbirds come for their share of the sweet. So fun to watch them! To top it all off, there’s a squirrel nest in the tree and near dusk, the whole family of them scampers past along the power line on their way home. Lucky, lucky, lucky me.
If you haven’t seen the crow news lately – go and check it out! Exciting stuff happening!
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