silly woman
you look so
confused
beside
your
shredded
box
stunned
as infinity
escapes
to meet
itself
*another cataclysm 84
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Trying to Contain What Contains Us
September 23, 2011 by Rosemerry
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Home again, whew. What a trip. I think I was somewhere on a route 84, somewhere.
Reminds me of little boxes on a hillside. I like that little mobius strip at the end.
I am a container girl. I love them. Special boxes, hay in bales, the antique dish for my raspberries is coveted at breakfast.
I am made fun of, true. Husband wonders, “Remind me again which basket is for napkins and which for rags.”
I sort and sort.
And then am poured out.
Because nothing can be kept apart forever.
http://altaredspaces.com/altared-spaces/i-am-contained-by-containers You might enjoy the reference I offer here to a blogging friend of mine. He refers to container and parenting in the most luscious way. Bruce at Privilege of Parenting.