August 24, 2003

  • All day it felt like Something Special was about to happen.  Something boisterous, something breaking out, something spectacular in the moment.  The sun is now about 5 degrees above the setting horizon and it hasn’t happened yet.


    I just finished running and felt that I could have run a lot more.  But more of something else is needed even more than running.  I’m going to pause, look around and give that Special Something a chance to catch up with me.  To make an acquaintance.  To bask with me in the last 5 degrees of this day’s sunlight. 


    *waits*


    Okay, it looks like Something Special is a no show.  So typical.  So instead, I guess I’ll just get down and dirty with the commonplace:


    The earth shoves me. 
    It has no respect for me.
    It treats me with indifference.


    The clouds above spread amorphously without skywriting. 
    They pass over like a death angel and will not stop to even chat.


    The sun blazes and is filled with the tease of desiccation. 
    But it has not given me the firewings to thereto climb.


    The sweet seas lie off in the distance siren-ing silently,
    They know that the moisture in me shall some day to their beckoning level descend. 


    Yes, the elements are tough-love hustling us. 
    Because they see us as some sort of miraculous jiffy mix.


    Pixy-stix.


    the voice of notforprophetmy commonplace

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