2.03.2009

Three Days In


Nothing is longer
than these twenty-eight days, not
waiting rooms, not pregnancy tests,
not the moment when the brakes
will not save you. In four weeks
I will die, find my own grave,
pull the earth blanket over
my grateful eyes. In four weeks
I will be born, white-hot
from the belly of a meteor,
shooting feathers and sparks,
burning every bridge I come to.




photograph by flickr user Johnson Cameraface

4 comments:

Errant Gosling said...

Simply beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Well, I suppose February can't be everyone's favorite month, even if it is mine... :)

~Pam

Kate Horowitz said...

Pam -

Why do you like February? I think you're the first person I've ever met who likes this month. Also, I hear you totally tear it up at Wii Fit Yoga.

Anonymous said...

I suppose the only reason I like it so much is because I was born in it, so that makes it important to me. I'm not sure if I would like the things I do because I like them or because I associate them w/ the month (purple, pisces, etc.).

And really, what other month of the year celebrates SO much in such a short time. Grounhog's, Valentine's, President's, 1/4 of Leap Year, the beginning of maple syruping season, and this year Mardi Gras and Ash Wednesday.

But I'm pretty sure I'm trying to make Feb. more than it is just because I was born. :)

~Pam


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