me?

at this time:

ribbons and balloons. handholding and hair pulling. olive trees and green, cloudy olive oil. mermaid clouds, head-banging, exchanging smiles with "strangers" and eye contact in the dark. the moon in all its stages although i wait for the fullness with much anticipation. stories that make my chest hurt, jokes that make me scream. smiling is good. crying is good. playing with my hands. playing with your hands. earlobes. curls. words. movement. dancing, dancing, dancing. being alone and naked. talking and not talking. travel and concentrating. sewing. trash. boiled potatoes, especially with dill, salt, pepper and yeast (it's what i ate last night). i am into new and old. magical discoveries outside and in. pushing through weirdness and then remembering change is growing. communicating in broken spanish and being enlivened when i am understood, or when i think i understand (because who knows?). soft clothes and no clothes. heat and rain near open windows. music music music music. notes that make me remember...remember what?? only brief flashes or long, sustained feelings of eternity. street food. bowls and spoons. almost anything turquoise. moving of water. subtle bobbing of the ocean when calm. creating creating creating. writing writing. taking photos when i'm scared. dancing when i'm scared (it happened once for real in mexico). intuition. understanding before and after. understanding??? laughter laughter. working working working. riding trains. scenery moving faster than i can see, but not more than i can feel. persimmon trees in fall, in italian fog. places i have never been, yet always have known. power. unexplainable. finding words for thoughts. having sadness explained. finding joy beneath sadness, the deep well.