Saturday, February 9, 2019

this cloud is learning


The body
is a single creature, whole,
its life is one, never less than one, or more,
so is its world, and so
are two bodies in their love for one another.
In ignorance of this

we talk ourselves to death.

–Wendell Berry
Sabbaths, XIV


A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation, or time, or place.
They are content to be where they are, talking or not talking. Their breaths together feed someone whom we do not know.

The man sees the way his fingers move; he sees her hands close around a book she hands to him.

They obey a third body they have in common.
They have made a promise to love that body.

Age may come, parting may come, death will come.

A man and woman sit near each other; as they breathe they feed someone we do not know, someone we know of, whom we have never seen.

–Robert Bly

image, this cloud is learning,
Jean Marc Caimi


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