sunday love

I love Sundays, my perfect day, all is quiet and peaceful. I have a perfect time to 11:11—I just like it when all the numbers fill up the clock a certain way, of course you need a digital clock. I am going to post some of our photos from San Francisco later today. The City Lights books store was amazing even though it was 95 in there, and the die hard poets were all up in the attic. It was like a writers hall of fame held in the depths of hell.
And how sad is this—I got a black & white photo of Edwidge Danticat to keep in my writing journal. She is an amazing writer and my age, five books under her belt. I cant look at the photo very long or I get depressed at my lack of publication.
Last night Bella was talking in her sleep “sssshhhh, the trees are dancing” God I want to have her dreams. I been dreaming about the convention I am teaching on Thursday & Friday and my images are so much more stressful.
I am reading Margot Schillip right now. I posted my favorite poem below. God I love that a poem. I really should shower and brush my teeth, it is almost noon. Did I mention I love Sundays????