justwrite 24 june

when you get what you asked for you’re often supposed to find yourself second-guessing your original intentions or at least thatt’s the impression I’ve been getting from the fine fictional research I’ve been carrying out into the sun the pools of light on the afternoon couch or a slouch on a park bench not meant for such a piece of time sitting in one place lacing feet in and out of shoes unused to being unused I am telling the truth and straightly but there’s no gate in the fence and it’s quite high so we’ll just have to see in a different season if the trees have grown enough to climb and the leaves and the fruits and the berries and the wary eyes of birds and other creatures will peek out and send sweet shivers through the warm air we will wonder I will turn the page and wonder who we were what we meant as a pronoun and find another conjugation in the singular the present the future and in this language there are cases but in mine there are tenses which seem more stressful for those songfilled tongues honeyed and soothed by extra syllables filling their bellies full of the season today in a swarm not quite a frenzy the hive alive a market with parked vendors and roving eyes the blue and the red and a different red instead and a new globed wonder plundering the surprise from the strawberry eyes the cherry and the blueberry waiting their turn again as the appearance of the raspberry causes a scene but this is a gentle season and the young vegetables are tender the beets boil faster the potatoes peel their own skins in the washing and the carrots are taller than those last seen these are clean and new and the truths they pack inside are solid colors that are clear and predictable the spots are not in front of eyes slipping through clouds or confusing the forecast these are strong and will last through any number of curries or hurries or long nights waiting for the fading of twilight as sleep takes its own good time but is in no rush to carry along mine