: About Me

this morning, the smell of mulch...the too-organic kind, had me gagging indoors, with the windows closed later, I walked in sun, the blue above so deep, the earth seemed egg-shaped its point above me the air was cold and sweet surrounded by mulch and cracked concrete the sky held a promise of beyond enough, to know the sky deepens where it is hemmed in I don't see the rest of the egg Are you blue everywhere, dear? As trapped as we are, this space where we face each other is miles deep and so nearly enough so nearly natural.