be elephants old as forests

nothing can equal in hope and apprehension the first voyage east of suez, yourself eager for all manner of oddities, pretending to disbelieve in marvels lest you appear naive but anticipating them just the same, prepared for anything, prepared for nothing, burdened with baggage - most of it useless, unburdened by knowledge, assuming all will go well because it is you and not someone else going to the far place (harm comes only to others), bland as eggplant and as innocent of the hard earth as a fledgling sparrow.

- margaret laurence, the prophet's camel bell

you are simply
patterns patterning
& these are the
bluest of puddle
glum blues.

i am reversing
pathetic fallacy:
my heart deciding
weather systems
for the city.