Wednesday, November 22
MY FAVORITE STATE
is not Iowa or Delaware; it is temporary. Having a body
with fluid hinges is temporary. Being so wrapped in music
I cannot separate the dancer from the dance is temporary.
Being able to breathe cool air embroidered with cardinal
song through the open window is temporary. To know
that winter will pass, to know that sunlight will once again
pierce the lake in shafts, to know such things are forever
temporary is a temporary state of being, which I'm trying to
make a constant state of mind, yet it somehow never lasts.
(Michael Bazzett)