By Howard Altmann
And I gave myself to the poem.
And the poem gave to me.
And I gave myself to the sky.
And the sky gave to me.
And I gave myself to the wind.
And the wind took what I gave
and passed it to the sky.
And I gave myself to women.
And women gave to me.
And I gave myself to the wound.
And the wound gave to me.
And I gave myself to hope.
And hope took what I gave
and passed it to the wound.
And I gave myself to wine.
And wine gave to me.
And I gave myself to candlelight.
And candlelight gave to me.
And I gave myself to memory.
And memory took what I gave
and passed it to candlelight.
And I gave myself to music.
And music gave to me.
And I gave myself to the tree.
And the tree gave to me.
And I gave myself to change.
And change took what I gave
and passed it to the tree.
And I gave myself to silence.
And silence gave to me.
And I gave myself to light.
And light gave to me.
And I gave myself to night.
And night took what I gave
and passed it to the stars.
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It was a fairly typical Friday: I wrote a review of Voyager's "The Cloud" (whyyy do I still love it), saw four bunnies, had dinner with my parents, proofread a paper for Adam, cleaned up after a sick cat who is no longer allowed to mooch popcorn.
Now I am watching The Avengers (the first one -- I was having a huge urge for Science Brothers) with Paul and (long distance) Cheryl so I will keep this short. Here are photos of lambs at the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival:
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