Vuelta y Revuelta!

Three concussions, a few great decisions, a bundle of bad decisions, and one chef's knife later I'm returning to the blogosphere, a place I loathe because the word "blog" is A) unattractive B) revolting C) dumb and 4) something used to describe something I should be doing as a writer in the 21st century because The Media and The People Who I Tell I Write ask me if I have one. So yes, I care what you think. And no, I don't care what you think.

What will enter the public waves of The Internet? I'm really not sure. But in the meantime - that is, while I stall to write an actual post - why don't you let this little poem pluck the strings of your heart and introduce you to a lovely American poet that's not me, Dedicated to All My Absent Readers:

A Blessing
Written by James Wright sometime before I was born

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin of a girl's wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into Blossom.