READ--LOOK--WRITE! 10

READ



Happiness


It is morning. I think
Soon they will waken.
On the bedside table is a vase
of lilies; sunlight
pools in their throats.
I watch him turn to her
as though to speak her name
but silently, deep in her mouth--
At the window ledge,
once, twice,
a bird calls.
And then she stirs; her body
fills with his breath.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.
I open my eyes; you are watching me.
Almost over this room
the sun is gliding.
Look at your face, you say,
holding your own close to me
to make a mirror.
How calm you are. And the burning wheel
passes gently over us.


--Louise Gluck

LOOK

well, its a video this week.  Sometimes you just need someone to lighten the load, to take yourself out of yourself in a intelligent, call-it-like-it-is, shameless way, and well, this is one of the things/people that does it for me.  When I've had a long, brutal day, if I can just sit down in front of my computer and watch a few of this brilliant man's sketches, you can call me 'happy'.  Enjoy!

Louise CK- gays 

WRITE!

I had a funny feeling
When the last shiny
Thing I kept
From the old country
slipped off,
And fell into a dark, silent
Hole in the great earth.
I didn't hear a thing.
Just somewhere, easing away
Into the white sky,

Because my thoughts were elsewhere;
The feeling of my skin turning inside out, and the dark landing over the land with

the ticklings of love-

Distracting.

Strange pressure is built in
To the things that are missing,
taken away, done so well, unlike this disorganized room that we live in,
so long and so tenderly.

The song birds start to sing at night
And there is a flurry of wings
Up In the trees.
This feels Right to me
This feels home.