November 2, 2003






  • I see myself on
    that oldest day
    high on a cliff
    somewhere, its brow swept
    back with grass,
    looking out to sea,
    still lonely, and reaching
    high high up
    for the nets of angels
    to haul me into
    heaven.

    I see myself an
    iron-hard old woman,
    having foaled my share
    and spent my gift for
    singing to them,
    and gone on.


    (written by me, age 24, before my children were born)
    Deep Thought:Why can’t the ant and the caterpillar just get along? One eats grass, the other eats Caterpillars…Oh, I see now.

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