Tagged: morning

peeking through cypress,

peeking through cypress,
another southern morning 
sun, warming our skin
.
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on this side of the

on this side of the
world, our fragmented tremors,
this morning’s earthquake
.
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on the third day in 

on the third day in 
hualien, we rose with the sun,
downed a cup of sweet

coffee on the rocky shore,
waited for others to stir
.
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of the innumerable

of the innumerable
ways to mourn, i
am negotiating grief
in REM sleep this
morning, consoling
a young colleague
in the art of letting
it out, letting
go, an unsteady
navigation of
space, time, and
reality – on your
birthday, in the nearly
third anniversary of
your passing, we
practice the improbable
parallels of joy and
grief, keeping it
together without
so much
disassembling
.
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on the second straight

on the second straight
morning heading out of the
city, the sun stood

guard along our path, a gentle
reminder to take it slow
.
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we arrived on the

we arrived on the
beach at sunrise, a thin layer
of cloud cover on

the horizon, hanging over
the big ocean as we wait
.
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there may come a

there may come a
day when you will finally
see the ripple effect,
like on that november
morning in hualien, when
we took turns
feeding the koi
.
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scenes from letting go –

scenes from letting go –
no longer fluffing the pillows
when making the bed
.
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there are two kinds of

there are two kinds of
people – those who make their beds
in the mornings and

those who have no inclination
to do so – both are at a loss
.
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you left a bookmark

you left a bookmark
in the dictionary of
obscure sorrows as

a snare, and i am suddenly
off track, tending to new wounds
.
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