It is like finding my favourite song again. every time, without fail, i lose it for a stretch of years and then all of a sudden it's there in my ears: the words are in my head, on my tongue, at my hands, and i can barely keep still.
tonight it is the heat that brought my sweet song to me. tonight when i am alone and in my own home, i find that i can write again. and what have i got to write, now that the months have just begun to slow for me, stop for me, hum for me. . .
we arrive again at my favourite phrase of the day: i dont really know. .
but i do know that it has been formidably hot today and ive been gently basking in the absolute mire of it all, a happy little cold-blooded alligator who knows not the name of the world beyond her hot swamp. i take these moments with utter delight as they come to me because i know that soon after the rain will rain and the thunder will thunder.
and sure enough, there is the taste of damp earth on my tongue.
and sure enough, there is the touch of moisture at my hands.
and sure enough, there is the dark cloud in my head.
and sure enough, sure as the seasons come and go each year, so it rained today.
