can be as bad as one

completely humilated yourself by not having

been loved in the first place."

I think that's how the saying goes.

Or should go.

A study in bright light and dark shade.

(Isn't it weird the way one guy in the sun casts

one shadow, but two guys together make one, too?

No?)

I'm tired of the sun playing tricks on me.

Remembering to water my friend's house-

plants, that's the easy part.

Remembering to turn them away from the sun,

as they lean and stretch their branches to

the most nourishing thing in their existence

-- besides me and the watering pot and

maybe some fish emulsion --

that's the part I can't often convince

myself to do.

Because it's just not right or natural.

Turning away from the good thing, I mean.

If part of you has an urge to move toward

an obviously life-giving thing, fighting the urge

is stupid.

Unless not fighting it means you will fall over

and shatter your clay pot and die.

Then it's really smart.

To turn the plants, I mean.

Turn the plants.

Away.

I have to remember to do that.

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