poem of the moment -

        I am interested in this dance of life and death, and how life is moist and wet, and yet, it is bound in books, dry and well-cared for,  like memories of those we love who have died.                    

                            Life and Death

                                      Life -

          the shine of newly written ink on a page in the sun

                   moments of liquid, caught before they’re gone

                             a settling in of connection -

                                      new ways to sing -

                                      words are bound

                                      like ribbons by string -

                                                Death -

                             words go on - imprinted for years -

                                      centers for opening

                                                the camouflaged eye

                                                          on the butterfly

                                                                    wing