What is this
confusion of wind and rain
stars and stream?

Tomorrow
I will write you my thanks
I’m feeling

like the blue
patch of sky this afternoon
when I walked

and let you
know my love in rare words
transforming

where we live
in streets in cities alive
to your thoughts

like the bird
or birds black on gray sky
all day.

January 4, 2008
Rohnert Park, CA

i start most days massaging my feet – out of bed and sit tall in the old wooden kitchen chair from my father’s mother’s apartment in nyc, bend forward from the waist a few times and then lift my right foot onto my left knee: use both hands to twirl the foot one way and the other, a few times each way, then squirt some lotion in my palm and massage through my toes, over the ball, around the heel and sole; then, with the right foot still up, bend forward from the waist a few times before switching feet for the same three manuovers (and then continue with floor exercises, basically yoga) – but today I had a real massage! I’m lucky to know a massage therapist willing to barter her services for my art. Today I met the person from her last appointment who said, while we were standing around switching activities and she realized I made the art in the office: “I always find something new when I look at your art.” a massage in itself…