I Wish I May

May days of standing

outside on grass-clipping sidewalk.

I watched my shadow.

"This is what May is for,"

I felt it in my bones,

the bright evenings at a box office,

some high school, to see a girl from my church

as Wendy in Peter Pan.

Getting the bike out,

creek down the street.

Hot dog stands, what time is it when I awake?

And now--

no rush leaving the revolving door,

brain burning with revision notes,

step out of the bus stop shadow,

Type at the new bistro set.

Listen to Into the Woods like

it's the first time in a long time

and you're walking to the middle school picnic trying to recreate your favorite parts.

Portions: Hearty

Full plate this quarter and no computer. It is officially fried and busted. I write from the Syl Lab. I have a daydream that somehow Apple will feel bad for making a computer that broke around twelve times in the course of our relationship and give me a new one for free.

I'm not holding my breath.

One thought for the day:

I have got to stop screaming at the weather. I was clomping to the gym this morning at 7:15 and just grumbling my little face off. That's not how to have a successful winter, Alice. I solemnly promise to stop hating the weather. I don't have to love it, like it even, but I do have to stop hating it. I do feel like I need to escape the Midwest by this time next year though. I'm not sure I can keep this up much longer.