Friday, January 11, 2008
The little girl who sat ahead of us at the Shamu show.
I apologize for disappearing after returning. Stinkerbell has pneumonia. She is greatly improved but for a couple of days, I did a lot of holding. I am now exhausted and achy. I am now resting myself.
I have a bunch of photos from my MIL's yard which I want to share with you all and I have some thoughts (thoughts I always have when comparing my in-law's lifestyle and attitudes with our own) that have clarified and I want to write about. I guess these things will come about in their own time.
Just before Christmas something happened. I started writing poetry again (the date represents the date of the revision).
Transient Global Amnesia
Sunday, January 06, 2008
The sun turned houses,
cars, and traffic signs yellow.
Jane turned south.
She was still in the right state,
every sign had the two initials
needed for proof.
The incline of the horizon
distorted the shadows
flying along the golden grass.
She felt forgotten.
Jane turned north, the level wobbled,
marbles shifted into the depressions
on the northern point of a Chinese star.
Shadows slip past smoothly, then halt
on the far side of small blue globes-
everything points to the horizon.
Jane turns east.