The struggle between here and somewhere else

We want the spring to come and the winter to pass.

We want whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss – we want more and more and then more of it.

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass, say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:

I am living…

Marie Howe, American poet, What the Living Do

With thanks to allchannels.blogspot.com

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