huzza for the massage and a poem about a crow

i just wanted to say thank you to marilyn for the massage today. and thank you to curtis for making it possible.

my body keeps forgetting that it is attached to my mind. it is relentless in its resistance against my mind. my mind loads it with an overabundance of emotions that i don't let go of. it is going to make me sick one day.

but today i released some of it: worries about the new house, my role in this world, my students, my loved ones, and me.
my #2 toe wouldn't give up the last of those goat-headed, stickery thoughts and marilyn pulled that toe until it loosened its grip. and all the while i repeated two words over and over in my mind.
resistance and release.
resistance and release.



the crow flies above our home in the morning
the crow flies above our home at noon
she passes us at dusk
the flickering lights bright as moonshine
the road is a grey tail

she remembers very well the grey tail
of her mother
that dusty bird whose eyes were dark reflections of pools
she remembers as much as this
landing low against the broken vines
on top of the shared fence at our new home