Oct 20 2011 - 11:01pm
by nina
Oct 20 2011 - 11:01pm
What do we call the day
What do we call the day after the end,
and what do we call ourselves when we are
the sky. A ceremonial realm of seeing a
quail as it eats, and the night turns warm.
The late-night TV black and white movie
calms me as I write this. The weather is
outside the window in the trees. If you enter
it, you will know what I mean. This is pecking
and fluttering in dust. Tomorrow is another
chance to understand what the sky wants.
The quail can't be questioned. We take
ourselves for granted when we encounter it.
