Mais, Oui! 我同意!

“Why I Wake Early,” by Jane Hirshfield

I wake early, make two cups of coffee, drink one, think, go back to sleep, wake again, think, drink the other.

To start a day over is a card game played for no money, a ripe tomato, a swimming cat.

Time here: lukewarm, with milk and sugar, big and unset as a table.

I wake twice.

Twice the window unbroken, transparent.

​Twice the cat’s nose and ears above water.

Twice the war (my war) is distant, its children’s children are distant.

earth and moon

you and me earth and moon

and our melting sky so full of shadows

aflame we’ll meet again quietly like this

let the world wonder our longing

we’ll tiptoe a little closer and kiss.

© SoulReserve 2018

Yellow rose, Wytheville, VA, 8/19/2017

Not Yet Civil Dawn, New Jersey, 2018-05-01 5:12 AM EDT

Two Dogs, 3/24/2018

The Queen Very Rarely Fought Something Uncertain

Image source: Anthropologie lookbook; “The Queen”, etc. texts: New York Times Sunday magazine. Ink pens, tissue paper, rubber stamps, U.S. postage stamp, artist and studio stamps. Approximately 5 x 7 in. (13 x 18 cm.). 11/4/2017.

Happy Halloween and Día de Muertos, 2019.

Rorschach No. 1 (Saskia de Brauw after Jürgen Teller, 2014)

Parvati

I see her from afar, Sitting alone in the early day, Tracing gossamer thoughts And hearing the whispers Of her heart. Her muse is the One Who is not there, The One who is Inaccessible, Yet whose presence Is so real that He stirs the deepest passion Of her womanly soul. Thoughts shape images, Murmurs, words And she sings Of smoke and fire, Incandescent and all-consuming, Of drink so concentrated One sip intoxicates. I listen, taken by her music Toward her heart’s Center, Hoping for invisibility, That my presence not Disturb her muse, Hoping to be unseen By her consort, Shiva, Should he return While she is in her Bliss. ©sealanehill, 2017 For @soulreserve

rosa.

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god bless the late bloomers.