“We have a pair of swallows that have built their nest in exactly the same place on a wooden beam in the tool shed for the past six years, and it is amazing to me how they fly off thousands of miles to North Africa in the autumn with their young and then six months later they find their way back to the same tool shed at Gypsy House, Great Missenden, Bucks. It’s a miracle and the brainiest ornithologists in the world still cannot explain how they do it”
I’ve never washed my shadow out
In all the time I’ve had it.
It was absolutely filthy I supposed,
And so today I peeled it off
The wall where it was leaning
And stuck it in the washtub
With the clothes
I put in soap and bleach and stuff
I let it soak for hours
I wrung it out and hung it out to dry,
And whoever would have thunk
That it would have gone and shrunk
For now it’s so much
Littler than I
Today… more than ever, I feel a strong urge to stop and roll the dice again in my life. The world is crazy, the economy, wars, strange global climate and thousands of dead people in the poor country of Haiti. Today, more than ever, I close my eyes and wish that I could actively be part of the change… so easy to say, so hard to do. Read the rest of this entry »
