March 13, 2004

• So Today I'm Sitting Here
  

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  So today I'm sitting here and the sun is early spring late winter risen and
  four PM means a lover's tickle of was not was warmth in my blues
  infested inner.  Wasn't I too hot yesterlife when my expansion filled
  myself with inner expectations of outer degrees of heat?

  
  

  And all I can do is sit here like a supplicant. Brilliant warm do I wait?
  Bike tires are ready for sticky July heat tar and sweat clinging to my
  expectation of glorious discomfort.  But March is the cruelest month
  and I chafe at the in between silences of wanting and doing. 
  

  The availability of exorcism is demonstrated
  in the line of iron cloth clad riders passing counter current to my warm
  steel ensconced self; wait brothers I'll be right there.
  

  I turn plant expectant toward the Sun and I am reminded of
  Shackelton's journey and return.  Months on the floes of abandoned
  ne'er despair and return ticket punched but not collected.  I am
  feeble in his shadow, I can't do the simplest of things in the
  cold light of this day - I will wait, will they survive my delay?
  

  Spring come to me, my pipe runs low, and I don't know if I'll be
  able to get up and open the door if you should knock.  Plant seeds
  of hope in my eyes that I may grow oaks of strength where I
  now wilt in late winter decay.

  
  

  Spring come to me!

  • 4:23 pm
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