Sunday, April 8, 2012
today, the three of us alone, all day.
we drove north. slowly.
we found a closed-for-the-day public gallery, at which we set up camp.
there was a picnic, spread out. a quality picnic, indeed.
there was a (penguin) kite.
there was a bottle of wine, a river, a blanket and pillows.
i went around the corner, in the back by the estuary and the dumpsters,
and went pee in the dirt.
now back on the blanket,
eyes shut, my hand thrown across my face,
i listen to anna and tim.
each singing parts of the songs stuck in their heads,
flying a kite.
kite flying just above me, right next to the sun,
the snapping and flutters sounding not unlike a roaring fire.
and then we drove on back down, even slower.
past things we've seen, things we haven't.
anna asleep in the way back of the car.
we stop to take pictures at some lake or another.
we take the turn that probably wasn't the right one,
but winds it's way eventually towards where we're headed.
along the way, the favorite taco stand emerges as an attractive option.
we all sit high on stools and eat in silence.
then twenty more minutes, and we're home.
fire out back.
polaroid + cartoon scanning.
phone calls and pictures coming from san francisco,
smoothing the one wrinkle in the perfect day.
staying up, just a little longer.
this is the song for today, surely.
Posted by Tara Thayer at 9:28 PM