poetry & coffee with god & abigail

what abigail neglected to mention of our delicious holler mountain "blend" (the name of the coffee shop!) included an illicit u-turn (another blog title?)due to our maniac distress in the form of a 9 am service.

oh, seattle - how i lose myself in you (literally - abigail & I've been in every corner of seattle entirely directionless already). today we took the ferry ride to bremerton where abigail lived for awhile. it was beautiful - very blue and lit and brilliant along the coast of the city, where little houses line the water. we looked at vintage dresses we couldn't afford and sat in her old coffee shop reading.

now we are sitting in Elliott Bay's books (yes, again - we have certain addictions...) reading and drinking coffee. abigail is writing (you?) post cards. i bought a book of poetry here yesterday, "walking to martha's vineyard" by franz wright. the title sounds terrible, but once you read it, i promise, it isn't. it is beautiful - his words are so simple, so ordinary, and yet, every word he gives you settles inside of you, like an ocean, because of his understanding of syntax, and beauty, of course.

here is one of his poems:

On Earth

Resurrection of the little apple tree outside

my window, leaf-

light of late

in the April

called her eyes, forget

forget -

but how does one go

about dying?

Who on earth

is going to teach me -

The world

is filled with people

who have never died

love hannah