My Preserving Loves Her Cherished Full Moon
Full Moon. A very long stretch of cloud hovered for miles and miles, looking like a chain of mountains. 3 pigeons sped together, heading north. Long wispy strand of cloud streaked out at an angle to the massive and lumbering one. Blue sky was abundant, and so was the sun. My footprints of yesterday were still clear in the snow. They met my footprints from today. 3 delicate lovebirds chirped in mid-flight. Her mountain of love was in shadow and light. The sun was shining on me. It was clear from all passing cloud. A silent crow flapped in the breeze. I was relaxing in time and space. I’m in love with Anna in this.
Snow sparkled like a white carpet of foam. The air was cool on my pant legs. I wore a black touque. The breeze blew on the back of my neck, with a mild trace of warmth from the sun, making shadows on my love diary page. A crow cawed 5 times. A group of tiny birds flew as 11. Shadows were at 10 o’clock. Gorgeous trees were gleaming with white shadows and bright highlight. A distant crow cawed 24 times or more without stopping. She sounded like a barking dog. A train horn sounded 3 times. A big dog barked over and over again. A small dog responded with 2 short barks. Lovebirds were all around. I could hear their tiny voices. I’m in love with Anna in this.
The large cloud had dispersed to manageable chunks that flowed toward her river of love, down by the CBC, where my heartthrob, Anna would be. A crow cawed 5 times. The crow cawed 6 more times in bursts of 3. Sometimes errors do better things for organizing yourself effectively than best laid plans. My sense of the order and magic of numbers was increasing as 4 blackbirds sped off together. I was always in touch with something. I used to note coincidences and fathom synchronicity. But I never took it as seriously as I do now, today, for my love. This is the essence of life: To see things relate and interconnect, and bind in the most meaningful and miraculous ways -for good or for evil. It’s as if life on the earth were designed to be one immaculate weaving rendered by every soul. I’m in love with Anna in this. How I longed for her kiss, as I wrote these words for her, sweetly.
Some deeper sense of order was putting order to my chaos. I was trying to trace sense of it all. In the sensations of physicality, I felt it. The healing that takes place when this happens is very real, giving me strength within each incremental moment, for her love. Except when struggling with computers, of course. The computers of the future must be better. Otherwise they will simply be yet another form of brainwashing and conditioning by command. Snow on the green tin awning was slowly dripping down. There was silence, amid the traffic whoosh. My body groaned from a week of work, and it was a pleasure to sit and relax in the snow and write these words for my soulmate, Anna. For her, I do a deeper work. Faint clouds looked like trails of gauze, or a cross-hatched ice sheet. My fingers were telling me it was time to head in. I’m in love with Anna in this.
My belt loves her clothes. My shield loves her armor. My skin loves her blanket. My covering loves her quilt. My boat loves her harbour. My brown loves her greenhouse. My circle loves her bubble. My castle loves her carpet. My door closed loves her lock. My hand loves her glove. My hat loves her helmet. My hug loves her holding. My shelter loves her hotel. My secret loves her womb. My roof loves her umbrella. My shell loves her house. My unity loves her containing. My cautious loves her defending. My anxiety loves her safeguard. My preserving loves her cherished moon. My fear loves her safety. My guarding loves her security. My healing loves her refuge. My police love her shield. My supporting loves her parents. My watching loves her reality. I love her lunar black bible verse in my Egyptian box “And it shall come to pass, that before they call, I will answer; and while they are yet speaking, I will hear.” -Isaiah 65:24. I love Anna Dirksen.