the jackhammers actually woke me today, and made me go looking for a certain poem by claudia mauro. found it, but this one too.

What You See(k)

Rustle of dry grass
A curved stick
Trickle of flashing water
Tree branches waving
Look for Rattlesnake and
Everything becomes
Rattlesnake.


seems a good reminder when my hormones have made me as out of sorts as i've been the past couple of days.
even if i know it's the case, and cause, it's still not enjoyable.