September #5

today
i learned about virginia woolf
and how i might be similar to her
and how she wrote
and stressed about her work
and wrote some more.
she wasn't beautiful
but was powerful,
elusive,
precise,
moving and careful.
she was strong.
and strength is what i need.

August #2

I remember Virginia
standing in a big meadow
at ten past day
watching the lightning in the distance
so far that it framed the horizon
dancing in orange shots
down in the valley-city below.
I watched the stars
come out and dance
a planet rise, a planet fall,
a plane go by full
of people looking down
at the beauty they could barely see.
The cicadas echoed the hum of my heart
as I stood there in the big meadows
hiding from the world.
The cicadas were my heart
when I thought of you.