I would live in a Van Gogh painting.

i am in the heart of God.

i am surrounded.

looking, walking, being

i look and look.

looking's a way of being: one becomes,

sometimes, a pair of eyes walking.

walking wherever looking takes one.

the eyes

dig and burrow into the world.

they touch

fanfare, howl, madrigal, clamor.

world and the past of it,

not only

visible present, solid and shadow

that looks at one looking.

and language? rhythms

of echo and interruption?

that's

a way of breathing.

breathing to sustain

looking,

walking and looking,

through the world,

in it.

denise levertov

constantly on my mind

the tabarly score, on repeat in my head all day.

aching for a day napping in the sun on a boat.

lapping waves, salty air.

three weeks ago i wanted to graduate, hah.

just keep moving the bar, eh?

Sabrina Ward Harrison and I want similar things.

I want health and healing and holding close. I want treasures. I want similar souls. I want passionate yeses. I want to be blown away. I want to trust. I want calm gladness and prayers and deep true breath talks.

I want the love in my life to feel like a deep breath, a blushing laugh, a view across the Sea of Cortez. Always expanding and wider glowing.

I want to be cherished to my bones.