a poem

i wrote this a couple of months ago, and stumbled across it the other night, and wrote the second stanza (that's more history than you needed to know, alas). i actually like this poem, and want to share it, which is unusual.

the constellations are close
to the ground
begging to be recognized
but i still can't see them
you're closer than i know
the city lights are stars
and the lack of them is sky

the boulders are crumbling
but their singing sounds
as loud as ever

on a more update-ish note:
i've begun to bike. today, i conquered two and three quarters hills. which felt good. it's like having a car, which is nice. i stepped in to the class room for the first time in two years on tuesday, it's refreshing (praise God!). and, if anybody would like to throw a macbook and/or a sail boat my way, i would not be upset but that. i found this picture on flickr and i like it a lot.