February One

rockaway beach

“one action will change the course and bring a new reaction, so whatever i do needs to be something i’m really sure about doing.”
~ (something a friend told me one year ago today)

my life is a good one. i have choices. i have love. i have springtime just around the corner.

remembering to breathe.

ever since i stepped off that precipice, the wind has caught me, the world has embraced me. i took a risk at leaving that past legacy behind so i could create a new one. and i have been feeling the sparks ever since. the sparks of a fire i have stoked, burning slowly and steadily, lighting my way down a dark path to an opening with stars and waves and the sounds of waves.

do you remember days among the darkness of trees, emerging to see phosphorescence of tumbling water and feel the surrounding quiet? i remember stumbling across logs, running and giggling and covering ourselves with blankets. bare feet and newly released.

i remember seventeen, i remember thirty four. wherever and whenever i am there, i am.

here’s to opening and upward, to leaf and to sap
and to your(in my arms flowering so new)
self whose eyes smell of the sound of rain

and here’s to silent certainly mountains;and to
a disappearing poet of always,snow
and to morning;and to morning’s beautiful friend
twilight(and a first dream called ocean)and

let must or if be damned with whomever’s afraid
down with ought with because with every brain
which thinks it thinks,nor dares to feel(but up
with joy;and up with laughing and drunkenness)

here’s to one undiscoverable guess
of whose mad skill each world of blood is made
(whose fatal songs are moving in the moon
~ ee cummings

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  1. February 2, 2010 at 3:02 pm

    i adore ee cummings. and that says a lot since i'm usually not a fan of poetry. 🙂 beautiful.

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