That’s where my reality started, awoke – and where I now awake Though even as that wanting was emerging, my biological and interpersonal environments and my stuttering were malforming it, into what it is today, in me
And later, for me, by mountain people who had a significant place in their economy and culture for the annual gathering, processing, and nurturing of the eggs of fishes, and the more general worlding with the brook, stream, lake, river, and coastal fishes themselves As well as, again for me, by the Anglo-Saxons, and before … More Civilization was created mainly by people who stared at eclipses and sunrises too long, both firing and damaging themselves
So , we could fabricate our dreams only imperfectly
That’s where I’m at – the lowest rung of heaven, the lowest object in the heavens – maybe a mountain’s horizon
Fall of ‘89 – general exams, Willard Brook State Forest trip, the mystic misty maple – Winter of solidarity Spring, and summer of Barbara! Fall of Barbara Winter of Barbara After Barbara
Steven Pavlos Holmes, Ph.D. 