Fort Myers 2012 Feb

住同一家hotel,这里没有大型连锁，outriggers 是最好评的，主要是beach。房间跟去年一模一样，连结构都是。



情人节，我们在publix超市买了花，心型蜡烛是从家里带的。publix是南部最大型的连锁超市，我们所在的fort myers beach的主干estero blvd上有一所。这次去fort myers beach之后我决心下次开辟新的地方，这个岛唯一通往陆地的马路堵车很严重。




Hotel留言册上不少人提到sunset不可错过，这个时间其实天还是亮的，只是拍出来就这样了。刚到的那一天最冷，白天最高59华氏，我喜欢这个温度。似乎冷空气更让落阳西下以及它晕染的余晖充满静谧感，让凝视它的人更专心。热空气则更象呼啸而过的灰尘带起喧嚣。

Union Square

端着乌龙茶，我找到窗口的一个空位坐下。这个地方whole foods 吃饭的地方超拥挤，你不需要征得同意去和别人共用一张桌子，也没有人不知趣的把自己的物品占用一个空位。

对面是一个看似为了功课焦头烂额的中年印度男人，我的到来似乎让他觉得可以因为和陌生人谈话来分散一下注意力，即便我戴着耳机，他还是指着我的脚告诉我：that must be very warm ,我知道这双ugg的毛线高筒靴子，只不过他的开场白让我想起了forest Gump.,我说这鞋很舒服，一边摘下耳机。他紧接着就问，where you come from, Japan? Korea?我说中国，我累了，只想安静的在这个喧嚣的场合以音乐的方式休息，所以一个字也不多说。他也不做声了。

Union square 聚集着年轻人，有一堆自发围着一圈，一个人在中间讲着什么。George Washington骑马的铜像在广场的正中。这是个理想主义者的集中地。

Three poems by Mary Oliver

The Journey

One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and began,
though the voices around you
kept shouting
their bad advice--
though the whole house
began to tremble
and you felt the old tug
at your ankles.
"Mend my life!"
each voice cried.
But you didn't stop.
You knew what you had to do,
though the wind pried
with its stiff fingers
at the very foundations,
though their melancholy
was terrible.
It was already late
enough, and a wild night,
and the road full of fallen
branches and stones.
But little by little,
as you left their voices behind,
the stars began to burn
through the sheets of clouds,
and there was a new voice
which you slowly
recognized as your own,
that kept you company
as you strode deeper and deeper
into the world,
determined to do
the only thing you could do--
determined to save
the only life you could save.

Sleeping in the Forest

I thought the earth remembered me,
she took me back so tenderly,
arranging her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds.
I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed,
nothing between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated light as moths
among the branches of the perfect trees.
All night I heard the small kingdoms
breathing around me, the insects,
and the birds who do their work in the darkness.
All night I rose and fell, as if in water,
grappling with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.

Wild Geese

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting 
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.

Robert Creeley

A Prayer

Bless
something small
but infinite
and quiet.

There are senses
make an object
In their simple
feeling for one.

Robert Frost

Not All There

I turned to speak to God,
About the world's despair;
But to make bad matters worse,
I found God wasn't there.

God turned to speak to me
( Don't anybody laugh)
God found I wasn't there-
At least not over half.

April 1936

Alicia Ostriker

To be blessed
Said the dog
Is to have a pinch
Of God
Inside you
And all the other dogs
Can smell it