Isn’t a good day
For writing about
I wish I hadn’t
To write about divorce
I don’t want to be defined
By my divorce.
I don’t want
To be reminded.
~ by Mystic
as if the river shores were opening out.
It seems that things are more like me now,
That I can see farther into paintings.
I feel closer to what language can’t reach.
With my senses, as with birds, I climb
into the windy heaven, out of the oak,
in the ponds broken off from the sky
my falling sinks, as if standing on fishes.