But the work came over me and I wore heavy the burden of rewriting the nuclear power lecture, the encyclopedia entry, hoping I get it right. Knowing there is no right.
Still, the joy of expectation: my oldest's birthday, my birthday (I still get excited like a child), Friday night movie night, popcorn and cucumbers for dinner, cuddles on the couch.
We move toward that.
O Magazine's poetry issue features this, from ee cummings:
i thank you God for most this amazing
day: for the leaping greenly spirits of trees
and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything
which is natural which is infinite which is yes
I move toward that.