Read.

While waiting for my Coco Tofu at The Loving Hut, I read a few poems from The Twelve-Spoked Wheel Flashing by Marge Piercy.

She is one of my all-time favorites, and today, since I was merely perusing this oft-read text, I looked on the back and came across this lovely, lovely quotation:

"The year is a wheel that turns but does not return us to where we were. An issue is as real to me as the apples on my trees, and that they sometimes have worms in them is political action, as is loving, as is talking, as is shaping these poems from the energy that comes through me from and for so many people, whose lives cross and touch, as we struggle enmeshed, sometimes blind and sometimes seeing and sometimes seeing each other."

As I come around to the Spring of things, and I could not agree more. We are back to where we've been, but we are not where we've been at all. We are somewhere else entirely.

That's a little overly esoteric for a blog about Verbs.