if i could sing we would go there we would run there together

    Today is a worrying day.
     I'm worried about my own ability to make good decisions--or to resist making the wrong ones.
     I'm worried that my friends are on a terrible path, circling through the same stupid stuff all over again.
     I'm worried over whether the big fix that's finally happened might turn out to be a problem, a heartbreak, or trouble, for those it was intended to help.
     Worrying about health, money, and work.
     Worrying about the weather, the house, and the family.
     Since the worrying isn't getting me anywhere, though, I'm going to take a long shower and go to bed early. Prehaps some sleep will straighten it out.

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if i could sing
i’d say everything you know
from here on the street can you turn around
just for once i am here
right behind you
what is that flag what is it made of
maybe it’s too late i have
too many questions where did it all come from
what colors is it all made of everything
everything here in the subways
there are so many things and voices
we are going somewhere but i just don’t know
somewhere
but i just don’t know
somewhere
do you know where that is i want to sing
so you can hear me and maybe you can tell me
where to go so you can hear me and just maybe
you can tell me where to go
all those hands and legs and faces going places
if i could sing
you would hear me and i would tell you
it’s gonna be alright
it’s gonna be alright
it’s gonna be alright it would be something like that
can you turn around so i can look into your eyes
just for once your eyes
maybe like hers can you see her
and his can you see them i want you to see them
all of us we could be together
if i could sing we would go there
we would run there together
we would live there for a while in that tilted
tiny house by the ocean rising up inside of us
i am on the curb next to a curled up cat
smoking i know its bad for you but
you know how it is just for once can you turn around
a straight line falling behind you it’s me i want to sing
invincible bleeding out with love

just for you

[Juan Felipe Herrera, {1948- }, 'Song Out Here' from Notes on the Assemblage]

Day 2: "Breakfast": lemon-blueberry scones and fresh, hot tea