in our ears,
we sallied forth
the remains of
an ice storm
the land without precipitation.
‘where did you put the snow, mama?’
that they think me capable
every last bit
of the winter whiteness
that we left
at home sweet home.
that we all felt
exactly like this
to be out of the van
hugging our cousins,
settling in for our visit
and peeling off layers for the warmth.
soundtrack of the day: bill harley’s ‘there’s a pea on my plate’:
there’s a pea on my plate that my mother put there
she knows i don’t like peas but she doesn’t care
she says come on try it now it’s not the worst
if you want some ice cream, you must eat that pea first
and i really did put the pea on my spoon
but i made a mistake and my mouth closed too soon
it slipped off the spoon and fell on to the floor
my mom said don’t worry, she’s got plenty more…
sts on the road: 3/4 sleeves of a cardi done & 2 skeins of noro kogarashi balled.