Bird/Window

• I was going to skip dancing this morning, but my body wanted to do it, so I jumped on my trike and went downtown. I liked shaking, liked the drummers, liked rolling around on the floor and kicking my legs in the air, walking my feet up the heated pipes along the wall. Okay, maybe I really am a hippie. I was singing "The Age of Aquarious" as I pedaled away.


• I rode to State Street Fruit to get a ticket for a poetry performance, then read about Dickens and mesmerism at the bagel place.


• The big poetry show was at the Academy of Music. There were slam poets I enjoyed, but the deep heart of it, for me, was Richard Wilbur. I got to hear him read poems I love, including this one.
  
  In which he says to his daughter, who is working on a story, about writing:
  
  
  It is always a matter, my darling,
  Of life or death, as I had forgotten.
  
  
  I'm needing nerve, focus, and flexibility. There are so many ways to keep getting there: movement, poetry and community among them.