I can't sleep…
I listed my blessings: all those
I love who hold me here.
I looked up at the thick
interlacing of branches above my head
and saw, high up, the bright blue
of air I might breathe, air I could swim to.
—Gregory Orr, “Under Pressure,” in City of Salt
Poem: I Hear It Deep In The Hearts Core. Art: Helena Almedia (mennyfox55)
Lake Superior at Marquette, Michigan.
Susan Kanigan with her iPhone 6 @ 4:36 PM on July 18, 2015.
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A new place.
Awakened eye
Seeing freshly.
What does that do to
The old blood moving through
Its channels?
~ Naomi Shihab Nye, Fresh from You & Yours
Notes: Poem: Thank you Whiskey River. Gif: bakabt from Sound! Euphonium
Heat lightning: at the horizon,
July in heavy boots paces the hot floor of the darkness.
A bulb in a wobbly lamp jiggles.
Or is that you, my friend,
approaching across the firefly hills,
swinging a sloshing pail of moonlight?
~ Ted Kooser, July. The Wheeling Year: A Poet’s Field Book
Photo: Blue Moon by Masahiro Hiroiki taken on July 31, 2015 in Nanbu-Cho, Tottori, Japan.
