i had a bagel and some soup.
i woke up earlier than normal today, in anticipation of seeing the accumulated snowfall outside.
my mom came in the room sad, telling me my uncle had died in the night.
nature takes back everything it gives.
i don't know how to feel,
except that i feel very far away from everything.
in the night i was lying on the couch downstairs watching snowfall
very tired, but eager for adventure;
i just couldn't muster it out of myself to make some.
the cold creeps through every hole and crack in the house,
so i'm wearing thick wool socks-
there's a tree in the corner
of every corner
of all the houses-
departing from the corner
everything else comes into view
& it may be enough, it might be too much
i know that as i drive out
i get a pang of joy seeing all the lights-
it makes me want to go out walking
with A
friend.
there are things that happen to me, good things,
that i don't ever forget, that sit in my mind forever
like holding a fire in your hands in the middle of a storm
taking great care that no matter what happens,
it doesn't go out.