.i am all clouds. {wolkwandelaar}

nesting

2008-04-28T08:08:00.000-07:00

2008-04-28T08:07:00.000-07:00

today it has rained steadily,

steadily enough to keep me inside, that is.

i am tired

and the sky is heavy

and i have no sticks to show today.

2008-04-25T06:54:00.000-07:00

portrait of myself as a collection of dutch office supplies

2008-04-24T11:50:00.001-07:00

2,554 steps.

myself in relation to kolderveen.

meneer ooievaar

2008-04-24T11:46:00.000-07:00

goedemorgen, meneer ooievaar.

i say to the wind while squinting through glass

that brings me up next to him, my good sir,

mr. stork.

he is sitting quietly this morning

i imagine he is thinking of his mate,

mevrouw ooievaar, mrs. stork,

to come back from her morning parades

to greet him,

& they'll throw back their heads

and laugh with their beaks

and click-clack clattering laugh,

and all will be well

and i ride on,

with my red-riding helmet

in the early dawn.

2008-04-21T14:22:00.000-07:00

i wonder how many of my steps

does it take to get from one end

of kolderveen to another?

today it took two-million

slow steady straining steps

to get from washington

to now.

but i am here,

and i have never heard such birds

or seen such green

or smelled such smells

like that of here

and that of now.

today i am tired,

but tomorrow,

everything will be new again

and from dream to waking dream

i will begin.

on my way

2008-04-20T11:35:00.001-07:00

i am climbing

from one mechanical bird

to another.

here,

in the middle of this continent

the world is humming buzzing bursting

and i am flapping further flight,

taking off

from every here

to newer nows,

sleeping with the ocean.

de sneeuw is nu hier

2008-03-26T21:26:00.000-07:00

we had celebrated the springtime and looked to the sun

only a few days before this,

before today, when the world turned white again.

the world is white

and i am wet with whiteness.

and i am hoping to awaken

in the morning

feeling green

and thoughtful

instead of still

and white.

i think i will spend tomorrow

searching for the lapwing egg,

searching for something i can trade

with Meneer Winter,

an exchange for something warmer.

lapwing. spring.

spring. lapwing.

het Glujende peerd

2008-03-19T01:51:00.000-07:00

a thunderstorm today.

wide & weighted clouds

that let out a terrible yawn

and a blink

before emptying their souls on the street

and galloping on.

the sky is low & grey of late.

i am thinking of ways to climb it.

2008-03-17T00:17:00.000-07:00

i dreamt of kolderveen last night.

i don't know what was real

(i never know what is real these days)

i only know that i spent the dream-there

searching for something.

i remember watching carefully

a bird that was balanced on a branch

so very delicately.

i remember how the branch bent and bounced

under the bird-weight

and how everything

had just been rained on.

things were mostly damp

and i remember that my shoes got soggy

from a puddle

that i hadn't noticed

until i was within it.

beginnings {begin}

2008-03-15T21:18:00.000-07:00

i am in-between things.

or me i'm in-between?

i've settled, a bit,

before the take-off,

the take-up,

the take-down,

that will occur in a matter of weeks:

one month and may.

i am in-between things,

caught after the snow, before the sun

after the sun, but before the green,

somewhere between sadness & survival

is life's sweet slight-of-hand.

i am during during during

in-during,

enduring.

i am in-between things.

i am half here,

and half there,

and both halves sit in the sky above them,

watching the wheres and whens

that assemble themselves into

one self

with many

in-between it.