Thursday, October 14, 2010

Between the unsettled and the settled.

Before I moved I thought I would miss the frog chorus and the owl who only hooted around the new moon. In that place there were memories so strong you could almost touch them. I have been here for 14 days and I'm trying on new things.
 

 Some fit better than others. Skimming leaves. Mustard greens for sandwiches. Mint for lamb. The only farm in the city is around the corner. Pigs stray and forage. The mounted police trot by at midday and at dusk. In the mornings, the sun wakes me in stripes.
 

2 comments:

Marie said...

intriguing.

Lily Turner said...

Ja? maybe we should do one of those house swaps. I'll water your plants if you water mine. :)