September 26, 2021

All the Earth has borne beguiles us / & battered bodies build our acres.

A month back in New York.

Two days away from three weeks into the new gig.

A worrying number of as yet unopened boxes of books.

A forest of packing materials.

Five years away from New York.

A constant negotiation of space.

Attribution:

Stony trails of jagged beauty rise
like stretch marks streaking sand-hips.

All the Earth has borne beguiles us
& battered bodies build our acres.

Babes that sleep in hewn rock cradles
learn to bear the hardness coming.
Tough grace forged in tender bones—
may this serve & bless them well.
—from Mercy Beach by Kamilah Aisha Moon