ON MY MIND : MONDAY

what about greece for a few months, pick olives and tend to goats, make wine, write letters, eat figs and wade in the water, sit on the white rocks in the sun

SLOW DOWN, LOOK AROUND YOU

photos by Adriana Petit

PERPETUAL LIFE

The sun disappears behind hills,
a white light still remains.
No pink or red or orange
with tight purple streaks, 

through a white cloud.

I suddenly feel
we can never be destroyed,
but I know otherwise.
        It's only a daydream
        an overwhelming breeze
a constriction that I can't see
opening up in the heart
on a warm evening.


Joseph Ceravolo