I'm looking at the water, considering its blues, and greens, and greys. I know it's colder than I can imagine, and I can imagine it very cold.
But I wonder. If I submerge myself long enough under its cool ripples, then maybe I can gain some understanding of the way this world works.
Maybe I can look clearly through and make sense of the miles between here and home. Where the water comes only in the waves, or in the winter time.
If I submerge myself long enough, then maybe my legs will stretch far below and be planted in the earth.
Maybe I will grow tall and join the reeds as the sway in the rain and the wind. Maybe my roots will be planted far and deep into the earth, and I too will die in the winter, and blossom in the spring.
"Just know the pond is deep, that winter takes its keep. Know that spring will mend the ache of cold again."
Is it wicked not to care? Frances Chang's layered, strange experimental pop recalls Lisa Germano in its pursuit of meaning in a sad world. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 2, 2022