Yesterday was okay:
Food is good; mood is good
The newbies look wired:
Lauren, he is nervous and pleasantly disturbed by forthright kindness.
Arthur is slow and engaging and intimate.
Kate is a little crazy
She sneaks into the men's house:
The men tense
Our eyes move together like magnets
"Hello." She accepts the challenge with interest.
"Hello." A Slavic lilt.
I comment that she mustn't like rules.
She is overjoyed by this.
Five minutes later she is caught and saunters sulkily away.
We are friends.
The old men, we are slower;
Even our eyes move slower
We explore the grounds with less hurry:
They will not move, and we resist the urge to pry their secrets before we have earned them:
We save their hidden corners like sweets under a pillow:
Times will come when they are needed; gorge now and starve later.
For us, time will stay put if we ask it.
With quiet acceptance we foresee the many moments that lie ahead when we will burn to usher time along.
A sullen wise old donkey that resists the switch.
He is our concern. And our fear.
You may become a master of time here.
More likely, you will realise its mastery over you:
Illuminated to a vivid and terrible outline.
Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 8:39 AM UTC
Yesterday was okay:
Food is good; mood is good
The newbies look wired:
Lauren, he is nervous and pleasantly disturbed by forthright kindness.
Arthur is slow and engaging and intimate.
Kate is a little crazy
She sneaks into the men's house:
The men tense
Our eyes move together like magnets
"Hello." She accepts the challenge with interest.
"Hello." A Slavic lilt.
I comment that she mustn't like rules.
She is overjoyed by this.
Five minutes later she is caught and saunters sulkily away.
We are friends.
The old men, we are slower;
Even our eyes move slower
We explore the grounds with less hurry:
They will not move, and we resist the urge to pry their secrets before we have earned them:
We save their hidden corners like sweets under a pillow:
Times will come when they are needed; gorge now and starve later.
For us, time will stay put if we ask it.
With quiet acceptance we foresee the many moments that lie ahead when we will burn to usher time along.
A sullen wise old donkey that resists the switch.
He is our concern. And our fear.
You may become a master of time here.
More likely, you will realise its mastery over you:
Illuminated to a vivid and terrible outline.
