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.
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,
the earth too can slumber with me.
as you know,
that after great silence comes
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.
dear friends --
I'm still here!
(all photos by Makropoulos)