Wednesday, May 5, 2010

round and round and round

You know how a song gets stuck in your head and you catch yourself singing it in the shower, in the car, while standing in line, while waiting to fall asleep, while listening to something else and wishing you could hear it over the repetitive insistence that has infected your brain? Well, I've got two lines laying siege to my brain.

My vegetable love should grow/Vaster than empires, and more slow.

This is not even a song. I can't even blame a catchy tune. My brain won't let it go though; it's an idea made for wallowing in. Something gnarled and wonderful and insidious spreading hidden in the dark. I think of parasitic, paradisaical tubers.

I am contemplating a trip to Europe in the summer.

And also a trip to Mendocino to see the pygmy forest.

Or maybe I shall pack my car full of swimsuits and sun dresses and drive to Mexico, or stuff my trunk with hiking gear and go up to Canada.

I believe the onset of warm weather ignites wanderlust.


Kat Howard said...

That is an exceedingly insidious couplet. I have the sneaking feeling that in about six months, all of your blog readers will have written something in which those two lines show up, and then none of us will be able to remember where we've heard it before.

Megan Kurashige said...

That would be amazing. A plague of Marvell.