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Wednesday, October 03, 2012

Today

I want to write.

About time.

About the ground turning soft and people sinking.

Losing the babies, and floating between the buildings on bits of debris.

About survival and loss, and maybe finding something with the appearance of stability.

About time.

Today I will make turkey sandwiches, hand out pumpkin muffins.

Put my hand to Sam's forehead, refill sippy cups.

Talk about potties, puppies, taking turns, loving and accepting each other.

I will take out the garbage, prop up the deck, drive Jane to a babysitting job.

I will count heads, wipe bottoms, dream of intense coffee with trusted friends.

I will kiss cheeks, rub backs, zip zippers.

It will be good, honest, eternal work.

And I will dream

Of writing.

 

3 comments:

Roo said...

don't stop hoping ;)
or dreaming
or collecting clocks

wendz said...

Man, that urge to write...it's a big one, isn't it. But look at it this way: you're sharpening your writing skills with every blog post. They are such a joy to read. Truly.

Keep the dream alive and keep writing.

Brenda said...

Gotta have the experiences before we can write or we'd have nothing to write about. Go on...do, do again, do again and again and again, teach, listen, watch, explore...then write! And we'll sit back and wait :)