Calliope

If I when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
are sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees, —
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
if I admire my arms, my face
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
against the yellow drawn shades, —

who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?

-William Carlos Williams, Danse Russe, 1917

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Have you ever seen the sun rise and set on someone’s face?

From Arizona to California, I saw the sun pass through him. I saw above his wrinkled eyelids where he was tired in the morning. I saw in the pockets of his dimples where he was truly happy. I saw the unwavering kindness in his eyes as we chased the sun and met the moon. The clouds circled and God danced, pulling cotton on string… “Who can rise above and sit with me among the white clouds!?” He screamed.

Spider Rock, AZ - Tue. March 22, 2011

beauty is truth, truth beauty,’ 
that is all ye know on earth, and all ye need to know. -Keats

Monument Valley, UT - Sun. March 20, 2011