a soft "woman" rain. Soft some, but wind too, but still a Woman Rain. Feeding. Giving. Soft enough to seep in. Seeping in. These are very good words for desert rain. Not the hard kind that runs off, but the softer kind that seeps in. Soaking. Seeping.
then this. a weave of sorts. Not much, really. But a weave of sorts. for the Considering Weave, Jude Hill. so i wove it. because of a sort of dream, but in the dream too, i was, as always, trying to find my place in everything that was So Much. Why do i keep dreaming this? Finding Place?
