techno plagues

i am being neurotic
not supersonic
my mind is going bubonic
perhaps i could use a gin and tonic?

sadly, there is only meade
or homemade elderberry wine
and given the time
it does seem prudent
lest there be rudimentary logic

that now is not the best time
nor would it be the best rhyme
to begin such meanderings
as can be held within
pedantics of extreme precision
and divine feats of grandeur
lest we slander
those most tender thoughts
in which we have engendered
once forgotten
and now remembered

for another day
for another year
for another time
for another place
for another rhyme
for another reason
for another season

of regret
to whom we shall fret
over semantics
that can only be the result
of panic gone bubonic
not supersonic

the 11th year

It is the eve of my 11^th year wedding anniversary and I think it’s possible we are coming full circle, or if not a circle, than an ever expanding spiral. I am awake as everyone else sleeps, waiting for my sister to arrive. She needed an emergency place to crash for the night, as she did the night before my husband and I were married.

The difference between tonight and the night then is that I do not have to write any vows, although since she’ll be here soon I do feel the need to rush, if only just to finish this before she’s here.

There are probably more oddities and vagaries that can be said about this evening. Suddenly, inexplicably finding myself working on a Thursday night, rather than in writing workshop is probably one of them. As is the notion of getting two tattoos next week, but since those things are not dependent on our wedding, I suppose they do not matter as much.

eve of 34

It is the eve of my 34^th birthday and for the first time ever I am sitting exactly where I expected to be, in the darkness, typing away at my computer as my children and husband sleep peacefully in their beds. My cat is outside somewhere, prowling, or cowering, against the sounds of the wild night, and I am here, awoken after a very short spurt of sleep, and honestly, I should have known this would happen since I was composing an email to a beloved friend moment’s before I fell into sleep’s arms. Yet, I tried to stay away from the inevitable, I tried to be still and rest, but some things, like nightly excursions of typing, cannot be held in check before your day is done, and the oblivion of sleep is allowed to completely take over your consciousness.