Maddy

(I’ll update this everytime I post a new one)

• Shrike but you’re sitting by your open window during a thunderstorm

• In The Woods Somewhere but you’re actually somewhere in the woods during a summer night, sitting by a campfire

• No Plan but you’re sitting on an empty beach looking out on the sea

• Almost (Sweet Music) but you’re sitting on a porch during a thunderstorm

1.)Mountain Man, Édesem 2.)Bird and Mountaineer, Umetaro Azechi 3.)Blue Ridge Mountains, Fleet Foxes 4.)Mountain by Sea, William Joseph Eastman 5.)Jane Austen (Pride and Prejudice) 6.)Mountain Child, Arthur William Heintzelman 7.)Kasuga Deer Mandala 8.)W.B. Yeats (The Land of Heart's Desire) 9.)John Muir

It sounds like a question now, you know. Who, maybe. Why. What. A command. Wait. For morning, when she draws out. Hours inhaling. Wait. For the next exhale. Waaaiiit. Hush. A young alder behind the house bends and creaks in it. Like old leather gloves on old leather hands when the fingers flex into their palms. Or a trick knee before the rain.

She's closer now, you know. Nearer than she used to be, even when I stood with my toes in the wet sand. More present. Omni. In all the wood, the bricks, the rusted metal, the culture. Older than ever. Primordial thing.

She's in me, too, now, you know. It all is. The evergreen under blue-gray sky and over the soft dirt everyone says isn't really dirt. All of it in my bones and in my blood.