Rain
Woke up this morning with a terrific urge to lie in bed all day and read. Fought against it for a minute. Then looked out the window at the rain. And gave over. Put myself entirely in the keep of this rainy morning.…
4 tygodnie temu
Happiness
So early it’s still almost dark out. I’m near the window with coffee, and the usual early morning stuff that passes for thought. When I see the boy and his friend walking up the road to deliver the newspaper.…
4 tygodnie temu
My Crow
A crow flew into the tree outside my window. It was not Ted Hughes’s crow, or Galway’s crow. Or Frost’s, Pasternak’s, or Lorca’s crow. Or one of Homer’s crows, stuffed with gore, after the battle. This was just a crow. That never fit in anywhere in its life,…
4 tygodnie temu
This Morning
This morning was something. A little snow lay on the ground. The sun floated in a clear blue sky. The sea was blue, and blue-green, as far as the eye could see. Scarcely a ripple. Calm. I dressed and went for a walk — determined not to return…
4 tygodnie temu
Still Looking Out for Number One
Now that you’ve gone away for five days, I’ll smoke all the cigarettes I want, where I want. Make biscuits and eat them with jam and fat bacon. Loaf. Indulge myself. Walk on the beach if I feel like it. And I feel like it, alone and thinking about when I was young. The people…
4 tygodnie temu
Locking Yourself Out, Then Trying to Get Back In
You simply go out and shut the door without thinking. And when you look back at what you’ve done it’s too late. If this sounds like the story of a life, okay.…
4 tygodnie temu
Late Fragment
And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.
4 tygodnie temu
At Least
I want to get up early one more morning, before sunrise. Before the birds, even. I want to throw cold water on my face and be at my work table when the sky lightens and smoke begins to rise from the chimneys of the other houses. I want to see the waves break…
4 tygodnie temu
Simple
A break in the clouds. The blue outline of the mountains. Dark yellow of the fields. Black river. What am I doing here, lonely and filled with remorse?…
4 tygodnie temu
For Tess
Out on the Strait the water is whitecapping as they say here. It’s rough, and I’m glad I’m not out there. Glad I fished all day on Morse Creek, casting a red Daredevil back and forth. I didn’t catch anything. No bites even, not one. But it was okay. It was fine!…
4 tygodnie temu