816: the world asks to be seen

do you sleep with the windows open the breeze swishing the tails of curtains I sleep with the windows open to let the earth say hello to the house that has been built upon its backthank you for that

815: the world asks to be seen

the day wakesa choice is made not by the day mind you  it does what it does no choice in the matterby me  by you  by your neighbor  by the postman  by the person just now walking by on the dawn lit sidewalk  jeans too low   head...

814: the world asks to be seen

sometimes there is nothing or is there birdsong  againswish of tire  againshake and tap of dog  againdistant clink of neighbor’s screendoor   light touch of cloth on chest   slight hint of daybreak again

812: the world asks to be seen

up north for a day the journey did not take longI have remembering of when it was adventure the hum of the roadthe challenge of the directionsthe delight in the rest stop it wasalways duty boundmy jobmy waymy creation into the world it is  still this  a...