Fire Island
Twisted petals
And leaves of spearmint trees
Strewn about the wooden planks,
Tell us of the coming squall.
On any other day,
You’d only see the whites of the leaves
If you looked up, but today the tide is high.
The way they flip and dance,
Agile somersaults to an island rhythm,
Remind us how quickly
Wind can choke a fire on this island,
How air pressure can change fate.
Foam is washed ashore,
Listless, lost, scrabbled,
And not nearly as hearty as
35 year old scotch,
Basil pesto and wild salmon filets,
Pancakes and pastel pebbles.
it is wonderful to find you writing again. what a funny coincidence… i made basil pesto & salmon for dinner the other night haha. i just recently split with my bf and it has been difficult cooking for one now. sigh. how many times will i have to experience heartache and disappointment before i am numb? i can’t imagine that ever happening though. somehow… i know that i can only become stronger. since i’m not as gifted in words, i find comfort in painting and music. btw… have you heard of a japanese band called MONO? i describe their music as art-rock or classical-metal.. if you haven’t heard of ’em you’ve gotta check ’em out. their music is moving, emotional, & inspirational. i was lucky enough to watch them live when they opened for pelican (another amazing band) & i almost cried. http://www.mono-44.com
“Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around” – one of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite movies (the original Spanish version not the Tom Cruise-Hollywoood one).
We need to catch up – hopefully catch you at the wedding tomorrow.
hey hope you are well~ happy 2007!