Wednesday, June 26, 2013

bluer

ian's evening sky
winds all day yesterday
smoke seems to have blown out for a bit
(or maybe not, i don't know this place much)
and i don't smell it now, anyway.
but the morning sky is bluer and the mountains
are black/deep green/tan
(is that snow on a ridge?)
smoke in the air, maybe
dust on my shoes
removed by the door.
the longing for water.
a creek cantering by
willows drought dead, now revive
hug the edges and hide.
different than home
so beautiful and i want to say
vital, tenacious, fragile and gifted to me
for a fortnight.
 proto paper!
 one of two big tables
portals 
 lokta
for india 





a benign face in the posts and beams
blogger won't let me upload todays pictures. 
no matter, yesterday's will do.
we're getting to know each other
this brick place and me.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Miss you
and wendy
and ian
and hannah
:) claudia

Velma Bolyard said...

claudia, i'll be back soon. (part of) our tribe of missed...and loved.

ronnie said...

ooo the sights.... my fingers are itching to touch the things on that table...

Velma Bolyard said...

ronnie, permission granted!

Valerianna said...

Cool place.. love the metal for India. Big tables, full of stuff, high beams and brick, fun doors - good things.

Velma Bolyard said...

definitely india crosses, valerie, and very nice piece on teri windling's blog today, congratulations!

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