Post-holiday isolate meals of ketchup, bread, and salt -- outside a 2 a.m. rain --
and sacked on the couch, all sense of communion jumbled with that night's offbeat conversational rhythm.
This is the decompression, the undressing, the farting, the gargle, the want-to-be-alone, the everyone else asleep, and I just want to read on my own.
It's too late for wit to decorate the plain walls of a deadened mind which mutely states it out that oh, man, thankfully it's not one of those old drunken days where I regret hijinks, where not one looker-on wished to watch one drunker perfect the art of animal impressions or ramming into a TV,
where a whole weekend satisfied itself in tasting wine, looking forward to the night of, well, whatever became of it though not remembered well,
and plans including a future that would integrate itself, and now it's plain
that's how we lived a life, and it's gracious, and we're grateful, nevertheless, surprised to feel that good.
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Funny, I craved ketchup today, after all the bland turkey & co. I, too, thought my muse was sacked on the couch today, but she surprised me with a poem.
ReplyDeleteall that gratitude tires a person out
ReplyDeleterest fellow,rest
Tess,
ReplyDeleteI thought I was entirely 'mused-out' from recent bad weather adjustments here. It could be that anxiety, which pushes away anything but survival creativity, once it recedes allows an in-rush of what was kept out.
Dunno. Do like ketchup.
Trulyfool
Suz,
ReplyDeleteThat gratitude is the momentary, if not false, rest. Wish I got to know the 'peace that passeth all understanding' before I reach the peace that I won't be sensate to!
I'll take your advice and stretch out now when I can feel it.
TFool
i'm ashamed, i' m not, i should, i do like good wine, i can' t take a bath without a " nuits saint george", a white wine " de Bourgogne" without alcohol, the feast is not that foolish...
ReplyDeleteorfeenix,
ReplyDeleteI utterly sympathize with your vinophilia. France is many great things, but not least, wine.
For years living in California, in the Napa/Sonoma wine country, we were surrounded by the growing of grapes and the making of wine.
Wonderful stuff. For sipping in the bath. Some people, who shall remain nameless, may have to sip away from potential obstacles like bulky TV sets. (And no animal masks allowed!)
TFool
Survival creativity. I like that.
ReplyDeleteTess,
ReplyDeleteThere have been 'snowy hill impossibility' moments that required not only heroic motor skills, but the best of my social skills merely to find 'room at the inn'.
Trulyfool