the fact of space

Song of the Wonderful Surprise
by Kelly Cherry

Start with the fact of space; fill it up
with snow. There will be snow in the sky,
snow on the ground, snow in the mysterious courtyards.
You taste snow's tang, smell snow, feel snow on your face.
If you walk forever, you will not come to a place with no snow,
but one day, looking around, you will find
a green apple hanging from a spray of snow.


My first time around in the blogosphere, I wrote about Valparaiso, Chile. I've now accepted that eight years of slow-moving nomadicism are probably the indication of a trend. So welcome to the blog of someone who has accepted that she cannot sit still for long.