When will this confinement to interiorness end? Dirt is missing from under my fingernails. Pulling weeds, setting seeds that is what my body longs for. Spring. I'm waiting.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Cabin Fever
When will this confinement to interiorness end? Dirt is missing from under my fingernails. Pulling weeds, setting seeds that is what my body longs for. Spring. I'm waiting.
Friday, March 11, 2011
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)