[The Fabric of Life, by Kay Ryan]
It is very stretchy.
We know that, even if
many details remain
sketchy. It is complexly
woven. That much too
has pretty well been
proven. We are loath
to continue our lessons
which consist of slaps
as sharp and dispersed
as bee stings from
a smashed nest
when any strand snaps —
hurts working far past
the locus of rupture,
attacking threads
far beyond anything
we would have said
connects.
W00t, w00t. I'm CAT!
[Photo credit to Miss Elyse Goldberg]
For the three-goddesses: the floating palace of Itsukushima-jinja shrine.
I would love to have seen a kabuki performance here on the floating dock.
A stroll beneath the billowing mass of linen fabric that blanketed the village of Miyajima below inspired me to want to climb up to the storefront lofts and leap from them onto the clouds of fabric.
The breeze here was soothing; it very much flattered the sheets.
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