To be kelp

“I want to write to you like someone learning. I photograph each instant. I deepen the words as if I were painting, more than an object, its shadow. I don’t want to ask why, you can always ask why and always get no answer—could I manage to surrender to the expectant silence that follows a question without an answer? Though I sense that some place or time the great answer for me does exist.” Clarice Lispector, Água Viva “What is your heart doing now? Remembering. Remembering!” Mary Oliver, Felicity