Some time last year I sat down and wrote these beginnings. Prose poems, notes, essays... I don't know where they will go. Just thought I would share them.
1.
I arrive every morning at five minutes to six. Usually, a half hour before dawn. "Oh dark thirty". Suits me just fine. No traffic, quiet commute.
I pull into the parking lot and have the pick of my spots. Most of my associates pick a spot in the parking structure, the garage close to the building. I prefer a spot outside in the lot about a hundred yards from the entrance to the building. I pull in and park in the corner right next to the six inch berm. Stepping out of the car each day I step on the berm. Everyday I have the same thought, "Oh, to be six inches taller." What a different perspective on the world that would be.
This one particular morning I followed the same routine. But this morning I exited my car with a new confidence. I stepped on the berm and notice how good I felt, spiritually. Not just the confidence of the berm but I believe I am entering a new phase in my life. New job, new responsibilities, new goals and challenges. This is an amazing revelation.
2.
Notes for future poems:
When I was young I wore a checkered cap.
I had successes and misfortunes,
I had a checkered past.
Last night I dreamt of your wedding day, and how I wasn't there.
You wore white, and shoes, and had flowers in your hair.
What can I do with these?
Any ideas?
D.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment