Ada Limon

All I’ve been working on is napping, and maybe being kinder to others, to myself.

— Ada Limon

I imagine what it must be like to stay hidden, disappear in the dusky nothing and stay still in the night. It’s not sadness, though it may sound like it. I’m thinking about people and trees and how I wish I could be silent more, be more tree than anything else, less clumsy and loud, less crow, more cool white pine, and how it’s hard not to always want something else, not just to let the savage grass grow.

— Ada Limon

I denied it,

— Ada Limon

I like the lady horses best,

— Ada Limon

What if, instead of carrying

— Ada Limon

Here it is:

— Ada Limon