Wednesday May 13, 2009
I know people
I know people who save seeds and swap them.
I know people who can see in the dark.
People who make me cry while the car is idling in dark drive-ways.
People who offer wine as a sound solution.
I know people who can make music from shells, from feathers, from hollow wood.
I know people who make strawberry jam, dress the jars in little hats, handwrite the labels and then mail it to me.
I know people who play with words all day because the words trickle out the ends of their fingers onto pages and screens and there is no stopping them.
I know people who stick needles into themselves for the good of their health.
And people who live down long dirt roads. Who own horses, but don’t ride them.
And people who keep ringing me, even though I don’t answer the phone.
And people about to drop babies.
And people who keep sourdough cultures alive in dark cupboards.
And people who are drunk just after breakfast.
And people who need literal band aids to protect them.
And people who fail and fail and still get up the next day and iron a shirt, eat a balanced breakfast, put a tick in the box.