Thursday, August 26, 2010
i don't know
how interesting. and disconcerting.
tonight, when i am thinking hard things, i sit
on the porch and what do i see?
not nighthawks or bats, but
hawk moths. Hawk Moths.
i had just watered the tomato plants. Not one
Hawk Moth, but several.
the season has been odd, and so...in keeping with that,
not so odd that here, in almost the last of August, they flutter.
but...disconcerting in that this is in keeping with a personal
out of season
and the toad, SandRock, jumps.
in the final pages of The God of Small Things, by Arundhati Roy
she talks of the Love Laws
"Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down
who should be loved. And how. And how much."