Leaving the city after being a hermit for a while produces the anxiety of having to prepare now to THINK BIG
to think outside the city
Notes from high summer
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All things will pass but not today
Having been forgiven I returned to New York City with no agenda. Having never asked for, expected or been given forgiveness I was ill prepared for how it would feel.
I never considered forgiveness yet was nevertheless surprised at how easy it came or how natural it felt.
How delicate it was and how long it would need to take
To harden
To shell
what becomes of this?
we play under lofts
and years
and the weight of the familiar people outside
you had to be there
forest segments up below never show
i am left with eyes on walls
my anxious fingers unprepare
they draw no map
and find no air when the power
goes out for the night
1. Home is a sort of box. So is the car.
All borders and lines and walls. Graffiti or sledgehammer? That is the question.
it’s still early
Sunshine and Wind 