To Hold in Space

close up photo of a pill bug on fallen leaves

I remember a wooded womb with a smooth sitting rock in the center, the dappled light of its dirt floor, where I watched pill bugs. May I not squander those astonishments that would come so often, visitors in shadow and shine––the laughing leaves, the squirrel’s knowing look. The kiss of ladybug against spring sweat in the hiding pause after here I come, with a seeker in full force, not yet arriving.


Inspired by Jorie Graham’s Cagnes-Sur-Mer 1950: “May I not squander the astonishments.” 


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