we're the canoe and and I slipped the oars
while asking questions
we're so small
strangeness crawls up my arms, nestles by my ears
little baby bugs overflowing their home
telling me their stories
about being better
because we cannot know what we do not know
and we're flooded already with memories
we imagine how it will be
without us
that canoe thawed free from direction and labor
swept up in the recovery of unknowing
finding new neighbors
in sea and storm
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Ah, I didn't know you had a blog! I'm surely going to have a nice time reading your writing. Don't think I've read much of it since college and our letters.
Also, Vizag? Did I know? I don't remember. My mom is from there. - Thee
O M G, Thee!!!! I'm cringing!! I post whatever I have at the end of the day, so the quality is VERY uneven. (Chelli was born in Vizag; I don't think I knew Aunty was from there. We lived across from the university in Waltair Uplands.)
I like this one a lot. Letting go.
I like this line: because we cannot know what we do not know.
Thank you, dear StephLove and Gillian!!
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