Two Poems

Acts of Helplessness

Here are the miracle-signs you want: that
you cry through the night and get up at dawn, asking,
that in the absence of what you ask for your day gets dark,
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Excuse my wandering.
How can one be orderly with this?
It's like counting leaves in a garden,
along with the song-notes of partridges,
and crows.
Sometimes organization
and computation become absurd.

Rumi transl. by Coleman Barks

And this this one which is beyond me for formattting but excellent.

Good Night.

Trevor over. Been way, way, way too long... four months since I even saw him? Potluck tomorrow. Working this weekend. Happy. Got new shoes. No rat babies yet. Silver is lazy. A little sad in an anticipatory/worried sort of way. Met a gardener who volunteers for a youth network at karaoke. So so tired. Love.

Sleepy

Good potluck. Good people. Went on a long time. I can feel Silver's babies kicking. Sleep.