January 26, 2014 § 8 Comments
Daylight hours were dwindling, stingy,
winter about to clench its grey fist around us,
so we bought a step van from a man who’d planned to
convert it to an ice cream truck, but found it
too wide for Baltimore alleys.
Into it we put: one dog, brown and plain
One daughter, not yet two
a household bare minimum, but no:
winter coats, mittens, wooly hats
and we headed south.
January 19, 2014 § 15 Comments
His behavior was explained and excused by two words: bad back.
I thought grouchy and mean were more to the point.
I’d never had a bad back, or a bad anything.
I have now had a pain in my side for much of the last two months that no amount of barium swilling has been able to diagnose. Grouchy and mean are beginning to make sense.
Pain in its many forms: maddening itch, burning, stabbing, dull ache, needn’t be acute to change your life, just persistent.
An uninvited guest, chronic pain moves in and immediately rearranges the furniture, plays music that you hate at full volume, and wherever you go, it tags along.
January 5, 2014 § 4 Comments
It was only after he turned the churning universe loose that he realized he had, until that moment, been adrift in unbroken calm.
Into the absolute state of “I am,” with its drone note of continuous thought, he had introduced noise and heave and spin. Stunned, he sat down, and he watched.
But the speed and force seemed so much greater than he had envisioned; he’d put quite a spin on this thing.
Guess I don’t know my own strength, he thought.
Of course he had predicted what was now happening. In the long forever of thought-without-end he had imagined all of it.
But it was different watching the potentialities play out as he sat, elbows on knees, and observed.