for most this amazing/ day:

for the leaping greenly spirits of trees/ and a blue true dream of sky; and for everything/ which is natural which is infinite which is yes

(e.e. cummings)

Went for a walk in the cemetery. Bought some chocolate and thought about Tuesday nights in Dole with the other English teachers, when we'd show up with chocolate, cookies, and tea and hang out for a few hours talking about students, boys, whatever. And forget for a few hours the ways we all got on each others' nerves! Thought about Tim Huang, who drove my passport and wallet a couple hours north one very cold January morning (well before sunup) when I left them in his car, accidentally. Thought about how nice it was to come out to my bike after class in Folwell Hall and find a note tied around the handlebars, or a muffin in a bag on the rack. With orange juice, even! Thought about how nicely I've been treated and how good I am at taking care of people, too. Thought--"Prettier every time I see you." Thought about my dissertation: better, worked. My chapter is beginning to come together (right on time--it needs to be done in a week or so). Some poems are happening. Thought, it is almost spring and the seeds I sowed yesterday are poking through the dirt now (very pale shoots). Felt a little sad in the late afternoon. Found a magpie feather and blackberries in bloom. And when I needed them people came along and said, no, I want to be here for this.

(now the ears of my ears awake and/ now the eyes of my eyes are opened)