{"id":2512,"date":"2026-06-13T20:30:25","date_gmt":"2026-06-14T00:30:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/?p=2512"},"modified":"2026-06-13T20:30:25","modified_gmt":"2026-06-14T00:30:25","slug":"13-summer-shards-2026","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.catherinewhite.com\/roughideas\/2026\/06\/13\/13-summer-shards-2026\/","title":{"rendered":"#13 summer shards 2026"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

This month I have been drawing every day as well as taking photos. It’s like I am carrying one more thing than my hands can hold. I aim to capture the recent pots, the birds I can hear in a 10 minute recording, the light, the poetic moment, and my green purse. I try not to spill my coffee and still capture the beauty and sorrow of these June days. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Flowers<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

This morning I was walking upstairs
from the kitchen, carrying your
beautiful flowers, the flowers you<\/p>\n\n\n\n

brought me last night, calla lilies
and something else, I am not
sure what to call them, white flowers,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of course you had no way of knowing
it has been years since I bought
white flowers\u2014but now you have<\/p>\n\n\n\n

and here they are again. I was carrying
your flowers and a coffee cup
and a soft yellow handbag and a book<\/p>\n\n\n\n

of poems by a Chinese poet, in
which I had just read the words \u201ccome
or go but don\u2019t just stand there<\/p>\n\n\n\n

in the doorway,\u201d as usual I was
carrying too many things, you
would have laughed if you saw me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It seemed especially important
not to spill the coffee as I usually
do, as I turned up the stairs,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

inside the whorl of the house as if
I were walking up inside the lilies.
I do not know how to hold all<\/p>\n\n\n\n

the beauty and sorrow of my life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014Cynthia Zarin, from Orbit: Poems<\/em>, Alfred A. Knopf, 2017<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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