Monday, December 15, 2008

Here I am

This is me.
Here, right now...feeling, seeing
I can't think very clearly but I know who I am.
Been awhile.
No one to blame but myself...just one factor I haven't confronted.
Outside of myself, there he is
And there he goes. I've got time.
I've got me.
So have my friends. As I have them.
That's all one really needs.
Yes, good things.
Even as I am spinning around here, I am still.
Though I am restless as the wind, I am content.
I shall discover, always, and...
I shall dream.
(Copper plates and gold stone chimney tops
or is that cold stone?)

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Beginning...what exactly?

There are a lot of new things to start.
I'm not quite sure what I'm up to.
Writing on a typewriter's a bit more thrilling...if I only had the time to spend.
A week?
A week just to write on the typewriter.
But who doesn't want a whole week to themselves these days?
Wind's howling past my window, and I just want to sit in the park with a paperweight on my pages and type it all out.
Maybe next time.