~ 99m to go
I built you a house on stilts
I covered it in climbing vines
so it would burst into flower in the spring
it seemed like a good idea at the time.
you’re weeping at the edge of the water
and even if there was something I could do
I don’t know what it is.
wavelets lap at your ankles
the bougainvillaea rustles your hair
the jasmine puts an arm around you
and the wisteria watches and weeps.
we learnt about photosynthesis today
I think it means plants are kind of alive
in a way
maybe that’s why mum talks to the roses.
we learnt about the Earth spinning
around the sun
I felt dizzy thinking about it
I couldn’t think of an argument to prove
that the Earth is round
without using modern technology
happy Valentine’s Day.
~89m to go
the house has turned into
a thing entirely of its own
we really got our roots in.
the roots really got into us, too.
All the tears and the raging
The fear and the falling
All the aching and burning
And gnawing, searing sorrow
Have left me as whole as the day I was born
And search though I did for a crack or a burn
I found my skin taut and tight as a drum
And all that I felt as a flurry of thunderbolts
Turned out to be nothing but a bumblebee’s sting