Time is our blanket, and we are kept warm tonight.

Sep 30, 2024

35 days until the election. I am fortunate to live in California; I’ll be able to vote early, and by mail. On election day, I won’t constantly watch the returns on TV, I’ll check in around in midnight, just before I go to bed. I am fairly sure that Harris will win, but…. Things have gone wrong before.

Please vote.

JLJ

now you are speaking, and your voice paints the walls with love.

i poured the foundation of this house myself,

slowly mixing the concrete with the loyalty of a dog.

the house is framed with used two-by-fours

and an unrealistic faith that something good will happen.

and the roof? we are covered by the strength

of the things that we each gave up to live here.

solitude. emptiness. privacy. my dear one,

time is our blanket, and we are kept warm tonight.

closer than close, the music is low, and i can tell

that you have something to say to me.

i am holding your face in my hands.

i am kissing your forehead. we have all night.

her dogs were always yapping little lapdogs, toy poodles and pekingese, shih tzus and chihuahuas. and she had three or four of them at a time, always. yap yap yap -yip yip yip, constantly. beggars, all of them. and worse, she would give them horrible names. peepaw. cho-co. tingaling. and when it was time to call them all in from the yard, she would shout out these godawful names in a booming voice that carried throughout the snickering neighborhood. this went on for decades. oh, mother, i do confess, this world is so much more dull without you in it.

Nature itself has developed those leaves to fall, mankind is remiss to move them.

the glen where the king kept his horses.

close your eyes and gaze in the mirror, at the flame that lit your senses.

- rumi

the time is passing. it grows late.

stare into the reflection of the flame.

the glen where the king kept his horses.

under the shadow of tall hills. ringed by oaks.

walking slowly through the green grass.

gazing at the depth of the sky.

all in the mirror.

all in the reflection of your own thought.