Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Solstice

summer is my season

the season of warm skin
the season of lake swimming
the season of ocean
the season of my birth
the season of outside
the season of Campfire Girl Camp
the season of Church Camp
the season of Music Camp
the season of cooking over fires
the season of bees
the season of playing scales on the deck
the season of open windows
the season of ripe tomatoes
the season of tomato and mayo sandwiches
the season of bean-time
the season of rich green lust
the season of the mango swimsuit
the season of short shorts and light dresses
the season of bakers
the season of bicycles
the season of Bach's Three Part Inventions
the season of the Tarot
the season of coconut scented lotions
the season of long nights
the season of ripe fat berries
the season of fecundity
the season of white sun drenched sheets
the season of wild breath
the season of lux

this morning I opened my bedroom window to the call of a coyote and the answer of owls
spectacular

this morning I am thinking about the male gaze as well as the female gaze which makes me equally uncomfortable

this morning is about fake love and real love and the patriarchy and how tired I am of men writers of men artists of men Big Thinkers of men politicians of men police and policing and how women do a better job of almost everything

there is black coffee the disappearance of fog the embrace of wildness and necessary waking and Jupiter and Orlando and the opening of the earth's rippled skin and my own skin

this is simply a hymn

Good morning Darklings


3 Comments:

Blogger 37paddington said...

good god, i love this post.

June 20, 2017 at 11:22 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

Love to you and yours on the east coast where summer doesn't arrive until tomorrow! xoxox

June 20, 2017 at 11:32 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

ps. thank you my friend.

June 20, 2017 at 11:32 AM  

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