Saturday, February 27, 2010

The Garden

"How simple
the garden, in its lucid confusion, the mind
in the plummet of sleep: no need
to remember, no need to forget-
just the hum and buzz of the world,
begetting."

-Suzanne Buffam

Friday, February 26, 2010

For Will, almost 96

I want to paint pictures in the air and bring them to you wrapped in cinnamon and bows, but I worry you won't remember them if they blow away. Instead I bring you the weather on my cheek. Every week. And we spill over pages like pomegranate wine in goblets from the Crusades, where we only go on days when we aren't in courthouses or photographs or early November. Really it's just tea on the table, ginger peach, and I'm afraid that if I leave for too long you'll disappear. So I ask you questions I know you can't answer. Tell me the color of her eyes. It's fine, I say, if you just make it up (that's what I do when you ask me how I'm going to change the world one day). And we talk about dreams we never had or what it would be like to trade places with the stars. We sit in silence while sirens pass below us and pretend they are only taxicabs to the sky.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Good news!

There will be strawberries in March! Well, not here- it's only 34 degrees, strawberries would never make it so soon. But I hear in California the weather's much warmer. I'll let you know, because I just booked my flight to San Diego next month to go to farm school! Farm school is a week-long alternative spring break trip to an organic farm to learn about sustainable agriculture- a much needed break from the snowy street corners of the city (sorry New York, you know I still love you). The trip also emphasizes the importance of social justice and mindfulness in food production. I can taste the strawberries already!