[im finally feeling settled
falling from restlessness.]
last night i was lying underneath the sky barefoot in the grass reading about orthodoxy and the ethics of elfland and the clouds were pink and justpastmyfingertips [if i jumped just higher than i can] and rolling osoquickly across the sky, over the moon and mars below.
and if for a moment you looked at the the sky and things just right, you could see that the moon was really hurling across the sky and the clouds were still. and it was a bubblingoverwithjoygigglinguncontrollably moment.
because: what more could i ask for? what more could i possibly want? the moon is there and i can cover it up with just my big toe and when i have the sudden urge to wiggle my toe, everything works right between my head and my toe and [!!!] it wiggles [!] and there is music and there is dancing and grass is still green and water is still wet and winter still follows autumn and my name has been written on his hand since before the sky and the grass and the wind and [sigh.] he is God.
and it is good.
life is good.
[and im feeling settled
but i will not settle.
but i can still love
and i will wait here, settled.]