this place, this hour

 

 

 

 

 

“Happiness, not in another place but this place…not for another hour, but this hour.”

 

~ Walt Whitman

 

 

 

 

 

 

the key

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Home, imagined, comes to be. It is real, realer than any other place, but you can’t get to it unless your people show you how to imagine it  – whoever your people are. They may not be your relatives. They may never have spoken your language. They may have been dead for a thousand years. They may be nothing but words printed on paper, ghosts of voices, shadows of minds. But they can guide you home.”

 

~ Ursula K. Le Guin

 

 

 

 

 

ripening

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the heat stifles
flowers wilt
fruit ripens
(as do I)

 

 August is approaching

 

 

 

 

 

the way home

 

 

 

 

“The house was quiet and the night was calm”

~ Wallace Stevens

 

 

 

about last night

 

 

 

 

I prefer the messiness of real life