Thursday, November 10, 2011

Deepends

What a week for no one to care. Not that this is the reason. No, it’s more complicated than that. Looking back in the mirror, so much easier now, but in that space of time, who could resist? Life, the embodiment of the moment, the fleeting moment. Piled one upon another until ten, eleven years have passed, and ten more coming and rushing through the canyon, picking up speed before shooting towards the Big Sea.

Yesterday, thirteen years ago, the wedding. Tomorrow, 100 years ago, the birth. Along the way, tears, laughter, food, wine, sex, loss, life.

Lasagna and Sagrantino. Cerasuolo and chocolate. Franciacorta and fava beans. Cococciola and pizza bianca. Pale ale and hazel green eyes staring out from a million years ago.

What a week.





3 comments:

Do Bianchi said...

"Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pull."

Epigraph to vol. 1 of Langston Hughes autobiography The Big Sea

Samantha Dugan said...

Feel ya. Thanks for letting me....

Alfonso Cevola said...

thanks, y'all...working on smaller posts...

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