Overcast and damp. In the garden, the new leaves of lamb’s-ears look fresher than they did last fall, delicately furred, alive, alert.
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Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
Overcast and damp. In the garden, the new leaves of lamb’s-ears look fresher than they did last fall, delicately furred, alive, alert.
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Spindle
Today a poet read these words transcribed
from a different language: “*Mi destino intermitente*”
–and a door opened into a garden where the weather
was overcast and damp, but things were growing:
for instance, new leaves of lamb’s-ears looking delicately
furred, alive, alert. We passed through and touched
the dark veins of flowers pulsing on the vine, caught
our spindle-shaped reflections– “*fusiforme*”–
in puddles of water. Sometimes the world bends to
your position. The wasp returns to its nest and
finds it in tatters. Sometimes it is enough to live
in the complicated arc between losing and finding,
enough to gather what sweetness remains.
~ Luisa A. Igloria
03 16 2011
Luisa, the way you walk into the world of a poem touching the dark veins as you pass thru, the way you let the world you see bend to your words, noticing the delicate arc between losing and finding, you touch something shimmery in me that has no words only gratitude.