Friday, April 28, 2006

a quiet corridor


I create routine: walk to work, take vitamins, jog in Bronxville, practice the Alexander Technique. I use the Crestwood library. Read Jung. Do my dishes. Go out on dates. Cook for myself. Look at the stars. Blog. Pray. Dance.

I am not ready for desire to rear its insistent head. I don't want to entertain notions or hopes. To start negotiating, dreaming, wondering.

I try to be an open window in a spare room, a swept floor, a quiet corridor. But love is like a camellia bush, blooms falling on the ground, red and open.

1 comment:

Lucy said...

I do recognize that the image is of a rose bush and not a camellia bush. But I couldn't find an appropriate photo of a camellia, so this'll have to do.