Going to sleep
nodding off
~ the white screen awaits
the march of the letters
across it’s pristine surface.
dishwasher hums, sloshes,
radio music low, soft.
nodding off ~
time for zzz..zzz…zzz..zz
“Blessed are the sleepy ones: for they shall soon drop off.”
~ Friedrich Nietzsche, philologist
(1844 ~ 1900)
The steady invisible workings of our bodies are mysteries, with only a sense that ‘something’s amiss’.
Depending on a physician
to begin a hunt for
the misgivings we have,
there are questions to ask
with answers that make
no sense in the twinges of pain.
When we are home,
far away from medical teams,
we become
who we are inside our homes.
Without directions,
we must believe in ourselves.
without asking our spirit to pause,
to breath slowly and steadily,
for that moment,
that day and time
is ours to remember
the heart and soul
that we have become:
scars and all.
“The future gets no say in who we are.”
~ Buddy Wakefield, poet
If you look back far enough,
you can see many trails.
Haze in the distance clears
when you see the red dress
you wore when you were five,
the old wooden sidewalks
where you learned
to ride a rusty tricycle,
the dusty roads of town
where you played
Kick the Can in the summer,
kids with bruised knees
and play clothes,
the smell of wheat fields
on an cool evening. Those trails
that took you past the ice rink
to the school, the highway that
took you into the city to be an adult.
Rocks and bumps in those trails have
taken you into your strengths today.
“Gaze steadfastly at things which, though
far away, are yet present to the mind.”
~ Parmenides, philosopher
(Born 502 BC)
