Day 311

November 7, 2022

Day 7 of COVID

I did not get as much photography or writing done today, I don't know why.  I will post a poem I wrote yesterday.  I did do a load of laundry.  I talked to a few friends.  My voice is good for about 15 minutes at a time.  I ate the best dish of lamb stew that I ever had in my life and it felt restorative.  

I think I've aged in the last week.  I think greyer and more wrinkly.  What can I say?  I'm fatigued.  

I want the darkness to fall around me

The way the sheet did

When we played in the dining room

Lining up the green chairs

A train in the making

Lifting the sheets up

Over the high backs

Letting them fall

Gently on our faces

over our heads.

The train’s ceiling

And the motion of

Chug a chugga, chug

And off we’d go

Somewhere beyond the

family hilltop.

 

Soft, quickly, a silken touch

Wonder

            Exploration

Instead

The light drifts off

And plunges me towards

Maybe, just possibly danger

Or a place where I

Need to be cautions

I need to stay aware.

 

I want the darkness

To fall around me like

The sounds of the tympani

as the curtain rises.

 

I want darkness

To hold me in its hands

Weightless, safe

Protecting my cellular mass

out of harm’s way, warm.

 

I want the darkness

To be a soothing temple

A feeding cocoon

Painted in Aboriginal patterns

Tending to my divine.

 

I want the darkness to soothe not startle

Be kind not challenging.

I want to find its appearance comforting, calm.