somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near
your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose
or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;
nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing
(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands
aka: first weekend in a new city in my new apartment having a barbeque with new friends and new good times. Welcome to Chicago!
At the end of camp every session we let the oldest group of campers stay up all night in the FAB. They hang out, talk, watch movies, eat pizza, fall asleep and generally have a great time. Jim and I volunteered to be chaperones and stay up with them, so all of last night we sat up in the FAB chatting away with the kids.
As the light started to come up we brought all of the kids out to waterfront, and then a few of us went up to the Adventure Camp for a better view of the lake. After a long wait the sun finally rose, the campers went to wake up the rest of the camp and all of the counselors went for a nice, long nap in the counselor’s lounge. Perfect end to first session… bring on the next batch of kids!
yeah, I’m not surprised. an insanely busy week at camp + intensely limited internet = no blog updates. but fear not, I’m still taking a picture every day, it’ll just take me a bit longer to get them up.