in and out

"I pondered . . . what effect poverty has on the mind; and what effect wealth has on the mind . . . and I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse perhaps to be locked in;"

—  Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, chapter one

amazing possibility

I came to the meadow in the morning, in falling snow. If I had not kept moving, my own arms would have filled with amazing possibility, like this grass.

Sometimes, When the Light

Sometimes, when the light strikes at odd angles,
and pulls you back into childhood

and you are passing a crumbling mansion
completely hidden behind old willows

or an empty convent guarded by hemlocks
and giant firs standing hip to hip,

you know again that behind that wall,
under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on,
so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw,
you would die, or be happy forever.

— Lisel Mueller

morning light behind

got you wrapped around my finger

one last meadow flower before frost tonight