biking to the beach to eat nothing but the dust
this week I’m retreating to an island to do almost nothing. I’m hoping this is the only email I send, and it’s been scheduled in advance!! on a theme, here is a poem that refers to a solo Sunday afternoon bike trip I took to Brighton Beach three years ago. it was September and I swam in my underwear and felt very returned into myself and into solitude, in that resolved way that I can sometimes find. hoping to find that on a beach this week as well as we round into another September.
biking to the beach to eat
nothing but the dust
a destination I couldn’t see
weather a perfect refutation
as cold and unforgiving
Using a human
smile and hug
in some strange way, more
ripping in
imagination itself,
sad to say but: love for u, that would
do. If
made visible and permanent
THERE ARE NO BORDERS
forcibly giving it a point of view,
that tricks you.
Practice saying the name
focused onto
material around the idea of
whatever home I was.
that doesn’t exist until
you have someone
but it allows you to built something
and skip the hard part
Could she love me again?
build a life around it
Yes (?) my home might be
escape. Permanent.
YOU’VE LEARNED
YOU’VE GOT REAMS,
are released
from home but
you. You get to
do the rest.
Is what I’m doing work?
technically work?
That’s in the dictionary.
we live in a pattern whether I will make it
return to where
it’s the small comfort of sameness
the same nobody loves #SomeoneElse
but also everyone else
I’m not sore about this. I’m not really
I’m something even worse
walking around.. And trying to deal
But hours later I could not
“Because what if I’m not?
you now, that old adage.
I got no calm around
raced home on my bike
I will never be able to center on
the mind
sure only that
if you
want
she lives,
them there
i would feel I owe them,
me,
Trust
Thank you for your
help on this journey!
we all needed it