“ Why do you always have to have an alibi?”
All my reasons are ready
massed, cohesive, and continually shifting,
I am keeping it all together, complete
with ongoing improvements.
I have a mountain inside of me, a moving bulwark of peace loving parts
ever so slowly being carved away
the softest parts turning to silt, this
headland surrounded by the waters
of peace and indifference.
And I know you love me anyway.
It is a stunning garden out there, perfect and warm and late
Bright long light our reward
A loveliness that wants lovers
The tourists below my studio windows trundle through January and then April and
travel will never be
the same for me I stay home and stumble into heaven