“There is the question of whether life is long enough to get over anything. I sat down on the ground to avoid tipping over from the enormity of it all.”
-Jim Harrison
FIELD NOTES #33
Wrapped in hotel sheets
the sun peeks through the shades,
pale ribbons of soft yellow light hiding
the morning's accusatory glare.
You shimmy out of your clothes and let
the water run—rivers spilling down your back
the way rapids cut down cliff-sides or how
tears trickle down the Madonna's marble face.
Innocence—never quite simple:
You woke up a bodhisattva,
a lotus wrapped in linen robes.