happiness
What you do is fling yourself down, face up, on the spinning earth beneath you and gaze up to the good green sky above, and shout with no words. That is happiness.
Category: my poetry
[fight]
how do you fight when you have no enemies? dance
on the banks of eth Garona, Val d'Aran
If you’re going to drown in a river, make sure you know its name. Make sure you know its length its depth its rocks and soils and oxbows and eddies. Make sure you know the towns built up on either shore. Know their names, their languages, their countries. Know the fish and plants (red poppies … Continue reading on the banks of eth Garona, Val d'Aran
[haiku]
not many places where you can hide behind clover — river bank
white pebble 