In the mornings, in my apartment, I put on all my wool. I pull my poncho over my head and I take care not to dip it in the sink of hot dishes or the scrambling eggs. I put on indoor shoes to keep the winter from my soles, my soul wants no more cold.
I am warming up to the idea of there being more warmth available. There are changes between me and more warmth but making them seems fun at least interesting perhaps necessary.
My changes are so far a secret, they are simmering, fragile composition.
In the meantime, I have a basket of toques, I have a thousand tasks to do to keep going.
And I will attend the conference
and I will play poems for all of this
I will roam the halls of it seeking those
who wish to speak of death
the crushing walls of it
and all the vistas ongoing.
If you’re going to be in Montréal for the Folk Alliance Conference (https://folkconference.org/ ) in mid February, come to the Harmonium Room on Thursday February 14th at 5:30pm to see my showcase. We can talk about love, in some format.