I've sporadically written poems-of-a-sort through this century, and thought I'd start posting some. I won't start out with my favorites, as it will hopefully lower expectations and such. Here's one for today. I believe it was written staring at a Christmas tree.


the popcorn strand

a squiggly row
one row
half-done, alone
amid the light and green.
a splash of
old-fashioned nostalgia
and then- stopped.

I love 2AM. The world is different; more tiptoe-ish and mysterious. I'm hanging out with a friend in Lafayette IN, I caught her home amidst her travels around the world. (HI MEGAN!!) We just baked cookies with the friends called a glass of wine and good conversation. Glorious, wonderful world... what good things will you reveal tomorrow?

Life has been mostly a plate of mundane with a 1/2 cup of frustration and the usual pinch of this feeling called youaregoingnowhere. Yet I'm feeling like bare feet on warm summer pavement. I took a walk this morning, and recounting everything I had to do today, I realized it was filled with things like making money, and education, and being with friends and family. Not even factoring in my soft clean sheets. I know this is somewhat of a duh revelation. And I know I'm being vague in my explanations. So, for example, an opportunity came up for me to go with some of my Summit friends to Ireland and Scotland this November. These two places have reigned as the top contenders for my list called 'This is the order in which I would like to see the World'. I tried different options out like selling my car so I could go. But with good sense now somewhat back in place, I'm trying to keep my hands from clenching up around this idea again. I told Ashley I would give her an answer soon...