only then here will have take than they feel were who him fall
Only when our feet touch earth
then we breathe and remember we are
here and see green and babies, have
will to wonder at willows that
have a place here with us though we
take ourselves more seriously
than eternity calls for given
they sway with underground water
feel atmospheric pressure and
were here before us
who think we are precious, me,
him, you, all of us so puffed up who
fall down so soon so soon
--
Alice Walker read her new children's book WHY WAR IS NEVER A GOOD IDEA at Town Hall last night as well as her last children's book THE FLOWER ON THE END OF MY NOSE IS SMELLING ME as well as being being being in our presence so that I relaxed and spent those hours there with her, crying when she talked about walking with her overweight lab and many other times from being touched not tough, my sister beside me here from San Francisco to begin a distance learning graduate program at the UW, and so apprehensive about it. Both of us nervous about how to be with one another, both of us given this lovely lovely oasis of calm and presence in experience of joy and of difficulty. Who cares if I sound frickin newage?
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