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i'm not sure
		what to say
		and who
	to say it to

is it unanimous or anonymous
	scurrilous or spurious

		do i claim my "blog"
				    own it?

or mask it 'neath some clever nom de screen

		what revolution? what truth?

			personal, local,

	global or

		universal...

as i type and watch her move
	through poses of yoga

in any infinity

	i inhale everything

& nothing

        I was about to go shower...
after my morning 

       yoga, toast, coffee & email

		but then it started
rainin' heavy

	and a
		sunday mornin' in borneo
		sound walls and rain walls

	splatters and sheets and coconut leaves

and the ceiling fan spins faster
now that the air is cool

and i sip my coffee and think of home
	and of bringin' you here.

when i look down at the bricks,
			yeah its a mess
a struggle maker puddling up

	then i look across the field
	at the depth of green waving with the storm
		through the rain screen

as if the background has come forward  now
a slanting, tropical reminder
that we are mostly water