{you will ask me}
once
i began
{i will tell you}
and still...i begin
{backwards and forwards
and all over again}
i begin with a spool of thread, old windows and faded coloring books,
elmer's glue in pale sticky yellow with a scissor slit cut in the rubbery red top...
with big blue vans and fields of green against red earthy browns
straight lines plowed hard in the dirt
mud pies and dirty knees...
i begin with the scent of
tiny wild strawberries crushed against
my fingertips, stained red.....
and the expanse of summer, hazy shimmering blue and gold
laying before me
with the sweet smell of clover in my hair
and fireflies in my eyes....
i begin again, in starts and stops
sudden wonder and paralyzing fear
one step forward
a half shuffle back...
and sometimes
i begin
by just standing perfectly still
and counting the infinite stars
in a world beyond me.
a prompt from the inner excavation book i have been doing....along with this read-along....i am so painfully behind...but it's ok...