Lots of time, sequestered now, to do random re-reading in the books of poetry that fill a case in the living room. No goal in mind…just open to hearing/listening.
And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.
Raymond, Carver. The Collected Poems (p.294)
4 thoughts on “A Lasting Fragment”
A big fat rainbow cupped in the tree canopy, hope splashed across a grey wet sky, the dog tugs at his lead as I try to focus in on its abundance with my camera lens. The earth sings. Sending arohanui Laurel – big fat love – to you.
Esther, The rainbow has arrived, over my garage, atop my neighbors Maples. THANKS…Love on Back!
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And you are….loved that is.