difficult
to say the obvious strange things
imagine these words are not in English
spoken by people at neighbouring tables
they speak audibly
and yet you understand and accept
to ignore them
even if they speak directly about something you love
or know
why the wind blows
this is what a list makes -
sunshine
pretense shields
needlework subjects
childishness
battles to save what we imagine
lovely
skin and a kiss
old
age
we burn and everyone else notices
no
one offers to throw on water or sand
until
we laugh
halfway
across the new world
a
weight of voices in the tumbled clouds
other places I'm going yet
reputations
and expectations are security guards
they've
moats of messages
tell
nobody your secrets
keep
privacy like a holy garden
believe
me
I am nobody who wants to prune
nor to listen to the rustling
I'm
a pottery urn
the
light from under a door
and
somebody else's mother
stop
making me
up
terrified
of my own tears
someone
warned me I could drown in hot air
adjusted
to this latest restriction
the
theatre of conversation closed down for summer
people
send out blossoms in funny stories
and
we'd never walk upon them
too
dangerous to even imagine
a small wooden box of cards instead
we
play for points
add
them onto the age we went through
growing into ancient children
in
public like a song title
so now we sing a two
or three or more part piece
each with different words
simultaneously
both as true as ever was possible before
made new by travel
everywhere I run
across the walls
my arms stretched out for the centre
wishing I could hold
you close to my shoulder
spooned on my back
listening to your smile
--- written on the hill overlooking picturesque Davenport
Wish I could spend a longer time everywhere I have been so far, and cry with joy whenever I think about how kind and generous everyone has been, including with their criticisms and warnings, their concerns and bewilderment. I sometimes make so little sense I also alarm myself so please forgive me, it really is culture shock and some sense of needing to attempt to communicate anyway. But I may be over the worst of it now.
I heard a woodpecker yesterday. There are many trees here. I may be buying even more trees for South Australia when I get back, than I believed I would. They do need them. Everywhere needs trees, please plant one if you like this blog and send me a picture of it or write about it and send a link. The world has half the trees it did when homo sapiens arrived from evolution. Now, more trees planted correctly, (seek professional advice) could keep this Earth safe for people and other natural life we depend on and love, or co-habit the environs with, everywhere.
This country so enormous and different to what I'm used to, I'm grateful I've had the chance to find out a little more about it.
Really.
Thanks for reading and all comments welcome here or on faceberk. I honestly need all the help such as messages of support that I can get now, travelling alone through so much beauty and dedication, so many diversions and surprises with this good readership in the USA (including Alaska), Australia, Russia, France, Spain, Sweden, UK, and Aotearoa NZ. Please share this blog with anyone who could like it, (thanks again).
Picture at top of page - B & B in Davenport, with my case covered in a sarong from Bora Bora, Tahiti.
Picture below is Amy's Seattle house, a romantic dresser she decorated in The Princess Room, (detail).
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