No other person will need to say how much I love you
I’m not busy at all under the Peaceful Sky of perverse repetitions of white, blue and grey
I’m not tired of telling you nor are hammocks and shovels and grass around
Yes, I have given up a lot of things in the last few weeks
But not the great pleasure of saying I love you
I’ve become slightly fatter again
I’m full in the belt but still tight in the jowl
Crazy beauties to study elusive realities
The brain of the whale crowns the edge of the water like a lurid sunset
But all I ever see is you or You or you in You or You in you
Confusing to everyone else but to me
Total employment
I introduce
Myself to the lake again.
The waves dance while I conspire
With the Peaceful Sky of perverse repetitions of white, blue and grey
To create a profound silence which gets the lake off my back and,
More important
Lets noone else say how much I love you
I love how everything seems to wander away and then keep returning to that “I love you.” The sky, the lake, even the shifting between “you” and “You” make it difficult to tell where the beloved ends and something larger begins. Perhaps there is no need to separate them. Some presences become part of the very way we see the world.
Beautiful, Anna!