winter stillness

Although

we haven't had much snow,

my mind has felt numb these days.

Hibernation, I believe, is meant to be the condition

of women and men during the season of shorter days.

Words themselves seem

to have taken refuge

in the cave of  my mind.

So,

I have found it very hard to write blog entries

on things like

the Republican candidates (we are, it would seem, in America's endtimes,

during which the best candidates we can muster are the ones

who embody our overindulgences and mutations),

sinking cruise ships,

Madonna's Super Bowl Half Time Show,

or men who kill their children

then light their house on fire.

The desperation of each of these silences me

and makes me simply want 

to look close at each

and every day.

I actually pray

for more snow,

so 

the earth too can slumber with me.

I know,

as you know,

that after great silence comes

sound--

in the meantime, I will write here sometimes,

on days of thaw,

or share the words of others with you

that I think

are worthy of contemplation.

Be well,

dear friends --

I'm still here!

(all photos by Makropoulos)