7 march

turn off the light so no one will knock -- the door is already locked three times and the phone is on silent -- keep the noise down so there will be no question: no one is here, no one knows a reason to enter -- or to answer. keep still and wait for else to fall, quiet as the unknown -- forecast is for turning into dark: keep ears wide and lips pressed together -- balance the beams that filter through blinds: a turning car in the driving rain -- miles to go before somewhere else wondering after home and falling into self

6 march

when kingfishers catch fire and dragonflies draw flame -- it is as if no such lines were ever written -- as if only nature cut through passages of time and circumstance to make a constellation of light to lead us toward what matters -- to hang, otherwise, suspended like those particles of dust imprisoned in a shaft of sun, hoping for escape but trapped in a tractor beam of lethargy and comfort: more than this takes movement, unpleasance, turning through fear and loneliness and other such constructs -- to an open field, open water, sky

5 march

although wanting more is an exercise in itself and sometimes the lesson turns out to be you already have what you need or it was with you all along or just believe in yourself or some other such nonsense it's true that leaning into wanting is its own kind of pleasure which you will know if you have ever smelled cookies baking or seen a wrapped present waiting under a tree or heard the right car pull into the driveway or stood on the edge of something wonderful and savored the taste of anticipation before easing ever so slowly into the air and then diving down and in and through

4 march

closer to the sky the dreams slip through -- the thinner air less a barrier to overlistened wonders and the wear of leaning back to catch a sight of rightaway clarity -- we the passers-by have no sense of the tension or the lessons learning all within but the swimming's always easier in sleep and deeper dives come straight to air with no darker weight to draw ---- fresh the air and soft the light: a scene in water and color

3 march

more energy thinking about going or not going and then not even going or thinking about having gone than if actually going actually comes through -- ring true and take names -- claim another cover page -- rearrange the situation -- the concentration it takes to mistake one line for another and also to stand and wait -- deliver us instead from our trees full of weevils and indivisible concussions -- it's much more than i hoped forward thinking solutions would provide but having arrived here anyway there's not much else to say

2 march

to march forward is the only way -- staying out of bands or out of step is not allowed: feel lucky at all you're alive right now making allusions of confusion with a profusion of useless sins rattling around above board and undertow -- how know you, little, how word your wild. piles and apologies -- the unsteadying of technologies and the cast iron alibying pan that cakes the whole pan clean

1 march

the starch in your shirtsleeves couldn't keep up with your collar -- waltzing a small boy off to dizzy and in expanded courage of a pots-and-pans classic of elastic memory with the tendency toward dirt cakes and knuckle aches and knowing it's never easy to be poor in words but stories are banks overful with raw cash just waiting to be busted out