Para-amnesia

Para-amnesia

I woke, and even recognizing the room
Didn't know where I was
Even repeating my name
Didn't know who I was.
I wandered down a path
Familiar only as dreams are
Whose next turn I could not predict
Though when I found myself
At last at a seashore
Of round gray stones,
I nodded, sure
That this was my destination.

wings

A bird flew right into the light of the sun, and when it did, its wings were like flames or lightning. Maybe you can imagine it: look at the blue below, where the house is kindly shielding your eyes from the sun. Now imagine moving a little to the left, so the sun is just visible--and a bird is flying up there, and its wings have all the sun's brightness caught in the feathers.



And speaking of wings--safe travels and best adventures to Little Springtime, off to the land of her birth, the land of the rising sun, for a year in a Japanese high school.