countdowns can be so brutal and beautiful
forty-six more hours to go.
the length of time needed for:
- a package to travel from the humid climate of florida to the unpredictable weather of michigan
- twenty-three showings of (insert title of movie with a run time of two hours long here in this space!)
- the amount of time it has been since i e-mailed a response to a classified ad. RE: a position in fine jewelry. surrounded by sparkling sapphires, precious pearls, and sterling silver. i would do anything to work with such colorful stones
- the amount of time i need to get rid of this wicked head cold. sucking down vitamin c, honey, and jim beam to rid my throat of disgustingly white bacteria.
- ……i wanna be sedated…..wait, actually, twenty-four more hours.
*sigh* forty-FIVE more hours to go
it took me an hour to write since this is my
first poem in well over four years.
the vacation wasn’t easy
but i felt inspired by poets i’ve read
(mostly pablo neurda and walt whitman!)
as well as those who aren’t poets
(david foster wallace, i miss you dearly!)
but what inspired me to come back to poetry?
love .
in forty-five hours, love is coming to my door.
again. after one month, love has brought me back.
back to writing. back to creativity.
back to life.
