Saturday, November 27, 2010

Thanksgiving with Close Friends

Light out of a single window
on a hill immersed in deep dark
and the silhouette
of dense pines

I look into your eyes
you describe the initial bond
the first eye contact
between a father and a newborn son

I tell how much happier you are
and I'm searching for
the proper words
to say goodbye

my dear friend


Body Intelligence

As Lucy reflected on her outrageous behavior of the night before, the memory only served to draw her upward, like a flower toward the sun...