and you did not even know enough / to be sorry

for how many years have you gone through the house
shutting the windows,
while the rain was still five miles away

and veering, o plum-colored clouds, to the north
away from you

and you did not even know enough
to be sorry,

you were glad
those silver sheets, with the occasional golden staple,

were sweeping on, elsewhere,
violent and electric and uncontrollable--

and will you find yourself finally wanting to forget
all enclosures, including

the enclosure of yourself, o lonely leaf, and will you
dash finally, frantically,

to the windows and haul them open and lean out
to the dark, silvered sky, to everything

that is beyond capture, shouting
i'm here, i'm here! now, now, now, now, now.

[Mary Oliver, "From The Book of Time" in The Leaf and The Cloud: A Poem]

I love Elbow. Cannot get enough.

"You're a law unto yourself."

This looks like home to me (though it was taken a few miles northwest of where I grew up). I miss it very, very much right now.

Lake Pepin

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