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when i was a younger woman, there was a lack of life we called abundance. it was impossible to put down and i went everywhere, clutching it with both hands and tucking it under my arms. the car to the office to the house to the bar to the show to the 20 minute run up the road.
a woman's mom told her told me about tumors in the hands and brains where we concentrated our techonology. i wondered if people worried, so long ago, that eyes were getting tumors from reading the printed word. when the mini machines made their miraculous showing, the same worries flurried like mayflies under a streetlight. so thick and desperate.
words that are so powerful, i think to my little daughter life fluttering like a bird at the edge of consciousness. and i take extreme pleasure in the green pushing its way from the concrete. the ecstasy of life humming insects in the trees. be life, love the web that looks the same in so many lights. i can feel her nod and hum back at me. vibrant.