February can be so many things.
It is my year marker and that has come to mean such different things in my older age. I had a swell birthday, but fell under the weather a bit yesterday. I think just the result of too much of everything in these last days. There is always so much in a day, so much more than can even be recorded. But then, much of it does get recorded if I just keep going, with something, until the confusion passes, even though it is often not explained. The form things eventually take, t hough, I have come to realize, is a kind of explanation. Like evolution itself. Sometimes I sit with what just happened. And I describe what I see. One thing at a time, and that tells me a story. Have you ever tried that? It is part of what I call the poetry of process. In this case the telling to one's self.
I want to call this stray cat, stray self really, Tangled up in February. I had another name in mind Yesterday, but I forgot. Things sure can get complicated. But there can be a simple beauty in that. In perspective.
How much softer she is now.
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