time takes time

sitting her in the Oregon college of Oriental Medicine
I feel blessed to breathe
hearing train and rumblings so loud i can't hear birds or the voice on the other line when the phone calls start coming in
raining.
there is no rain.
Unlike other feelings and other times I tremble beautiful
i become train and ride train and ride cloud
i love seasons
i love when things fall
and fall apart
i love friction
bringer of rebellion into this calm world
not a poem, mind you. just a plan.
or maybe they are already open to the shivering knoby knees of time and place
mine, all knocked up, ruddy
rose
with a hint of mint
in my bones from the past
mother's calling to cut some leaves
and the Leifs a pleasant dream of
fortune
i am so grateful
so grateful i will go home and work
and work
and work
and work
and oh how i love to work.


we are so dreamy.