summer evening (greg brown)

Mmm, on a summer evenin' when the corn's head-high,
And there's more lightnin' bugs than stars in the sky.
Ah you get the feelin' things may be alright,
On a summer evenin' before the dark of night.
On a summer evenin' before the dark of night


What a perfect day.
Thank you, Universe.
...and, as Stanley Kunitz (moreorless) said, "To think I'll have another day tomorrow.. I can hardly contain myself."

Yup.
Even if it's a dud.

"Tell me what is it you plan to do with your one wild & precious life?"

Mary Oliver

what's her name

okay. what's to say about it? i'm pregnant. good 'n pregnant. and big, big in my tummy in which someone clearly, of no small size, is folded - no doubt uncomfortably. i can reach down and feel the long arm, the elbow. unmistakable. the forearm almost as big and boney as mine. how long has this been going on? i can't feel any rise and fall of breath. what have i done? i know it's got to be late. i press deep into my gut and get a heartbeat - faint, but definite. okay.

i walk around awkwardly, to say the least. Another pregnant friend is there. soon my water breaks and details (thank goodness) are lost. Before long my daughter is there, dressed and standing. She is black, about four feet tall, ten to thirteen years old. she is bored and distant, fiddling with her fingernails and looking away. and i am still lost in the total weirdness of feeling that jutting, full-grown elbow pressing out from my insides. I need to snap out of it and make conversation before she just walks away.