Trip: An Outlander, a Thousand Towns.
(8/15) I met Jeremy on a Sunday, at a small park miles into the starry darkness; I left for Michigan, alone, on a Sunday night – there is no greater freedom than going somewhere alone on a Sunday night.
The fall crept in from the north, and peered from the crimsoning ridges – our fire was low and filled with steam and wet hissing; I slept well, and woke late, to bright sun and happy children laughing.
(8/16) We hiked on trails flanked by hedges (thoughts of vineyards) and descended shady ravines and climbed grassy hills and passed across an old cracked deserted parking lot (thoughts of the ends of the worlds) then
ate lunch
then
a long afternoon, watching clouds dance, reading (a ghost story), a nap, the curious sensation of time’s slowdown
then
a shower (thoughts of travel), wet spider’s webs
then
a hiking trip, over a bridge onto an
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Is the same moon that I'm seeing
The one that throws your shadow down?
Is the same air that I'm breathing
The air that fills your fields with silver sound?
I know that I've not seen you
Or felt your lips' caress
Since a thousand moons have sunk down
Into a thousand beds
But do you recall
The broken winds of fall?
The hills that stretched forever
Beneath their blazing pall?
Working on a song in London, Ontario. The night is cold and feels like fall. The lights have just come on. I'm going to get dinner then amble downtown...
Last night I dreamt I knelt alone
On the margain of a glowing river
My breath danced out in plumes of cold
The autumn moon was just a sliver
A great sadness filled your eyes
And swam to me on whispering winds
And descended down full fathom five
Until I woke alone again
I know that you were with me
In the space before the dawn
Your flitting fingers shivered
Then were gone
Hey, do you recall
The dripping p