Our poetry expands with our vocabulary. Our vocabulary expands through empathy, through giving a shit. You learn that a certain word has a different meaning because you cared enough to ask.
I was woken up early by two pesky roosters. They were crowing as early as four in the morning. I had to get out of the house, pick up the walis tingting, and hit the branches where they slept at night. The rascals flew away, startled, making loud noises still, but at least farther away. But they went back around five, and I had to do it again. I could no longer go back to sleep. Oh, I hate roosters!
I left early, caught a bus, and slept a good amount of time while on my way back to Los Baños. During one of my waking moments, I wrote this note in my Obsidian:
Our poetry expands with our vocabulary. Our vocabulary expands through empathy, through giving a shit. You learn that a certain word has a different meaning because you cared enough to ask.