Today I Experienced Endlessness
And Dog Dog Goose
It began with the endlessness of 100 days as each day blooms and blooms. Then there was the endlessness of Barberry, Celendine, Honeysuckle. I took my chainsaw to many, and pulled others. I held my breath, I think, for the entire of the day.
Here is a little book I’ve started.
I love your hands and the reason I love your hands is because the longest of them and the longest of your nails is beautiful and the most intriguing beautiful part is you always have paint or dirt or pencil or ink or something under your nails or on your hands or both. And I just love it. I really do. It reminds me of when I was in 2nd grade and my hands were so filthy from my paints and whatever my father had to wash them off with turpentine and then because my hands were chapped and cracked an old tin of Nivea was brought out to be slathered on. Only there was shame attached to my hands. And your hands do not hold nor wield any shame. Only beauty and creativity and sometimes chainsaws and dogs and children and a husband and always art. And this is why I find your hands to be beautiful. I really really do.
I love ducks/ birds(?), especially in the keyhole form, like I’m peeking into their private lives, which i do often, at the lake, between the tall grass things. Thank you