Daisha
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We have to remember that there’s still beauty in the world. (all photos by me)
Sorrow Is Not My Name
by Ross Gay
No matter the pull toward brink. No
matter the florid, deep sleep awaits.
There is a time for everything. Look,
just this morning a vulture nodded his red, grizzled head at me, and I looked at him, admiring the sickle of his beak.
Then the wind kicked up, and,
after arranging that good suit of feathers
he up and took off. Just like that. And to boot, there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things, some with names so generous as to kick the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks at the market. Think of that. The long night,
the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah.
But look; my niece is running through a field calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel and at the end of my block is a basketball court. I remember. My color's green. I'm spring.
by Ross Gay
No matter the pull toward brink. No
matter the florid, deep sleep awaits.
There is a time for everything. Look,
just this morning a vulture nodded his red, grizzled head at me, and I looked at him, admiring the sickle of his beak.
Then the wind kicked up, and,
after arranging that good suit of feathers
he up and took off. Just like that. And to boot, there are, on this planet alone, something like two million naturally occurring sweet things, some with names so generous as to kick the steel from my knees: agave, persimmon, stick ball, the purple okra I bought for two bucks at the market. Think of that. The long night,
the skeleton in the mirror, the man behind me on the bus taking notes, yeah, yeah.
But look; my niece is running through a field calling my name. My neighbor sings like an angel and at the end of my block is a basketball court. I remember. My color's green. I'm spring.
Sharing a different kind of beauty today—the beauty of a community coming together to make their voices heard.
#olywa #protest
#olywa #protest
Do you ever feel like the forest is watching you? Like the trees have eyes? Sometimes that’s because the branches are full of baby raccoons 💚
#forest #wildlife #trees #raccoons
#forest #wildlife #trees #raccoons
“I am too alone in the world, and yet not alone enough to make every moment holy. I am too tiny in this world, and not tiny enough just to lie before you like a thing, shrewd and secretive. I want my own will, and I want simply to be with my will, as it goes toward action; and in those quiet, sometimes hardly moving times, when something is coming near, I want to be with those who know secret things or else alone.” ~ Rainer Maria Rilke
#poetry #nature #seascape #wild #coast #solitude
#poetry #nature #seascape #wild #coast #solitude