22 april

also when I wake up it is already tomorrow

mumbling into light breaking apart clouds

shattering sky, dripping between blinds

nothing to do but up

otherwise I wake and find darkness

hours more to sink into

diving in slow motion back into the swamp

catching, not releasing – warm and quiet dark

21 april

women waiting outside the train station
weatherbeaten cards pinned to thick-coated chests
some murmur, some push front, some wait
kvartira kvartira kvartira
higher and softer than the men pressing the door
takci takci takci
pushpull of arrivals, departures
somewhere to go home to
somehow to get away

12 april

place is a funny thing

space between

and also there is time

faces grown older

geography tightstitched

switched priorities and ease and also wonder

what if I what if we

always I am apologizing

too fast too slow too critical too ignorant

speak faster and the language is only part

what you’re saying should come through

(give up yours, I’ll give up mine)

every table, blessed and overflowing

eggs, beets, horseradish, butter, cheese, meat

flowers at the cemetery

dancing at the old wooden church

suddenly remembering words, toilet paper

the road that leaves so much to be desired

looking the other way past sad, bad, ugly

let us dance at random

let us invite each other, even when we cannot understand

always let us gather, even if we have no words

11 april

the words that come unexpectedly (the best reward)
some are pieced-together struggles
drawn from gestures and circumlocution
grateful, surprised
i slur mistakes together with the confidnce
of a coddled child
safe and overunderstood
daffodils - narcissus - for welcom

10 april

whirl the wind and time the tables
unstable departure into turbulence
the mention of real deal doings, withmilk brewings
i will think of these
days when the end was far out of sight

currency too uncertain to be exchanged
jealousies to rearrange
picnic to go and magnets to boot
fruit of no labor - spend and savor

maintenance is a duct tape fantasy
delay lays waste to separation -
conversations in contrast -
outlast and overthink

worries to hurry past, books to turn by page
late stages and early audiences
reunion confusion and up
cloud-based solutions abound

9 april

and by the time by eyes opened
again
i knew they had been cold
strolling through dark and underground day
wild is the orchard is the night is the zero

8 april

and while i may have packed
there was certainly no list
only unpacking will tell
save us from the choices of others
let us make our own mistakes