Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

At any given moment, I barely have any idea what day or time it is.

When we lived in New Jersey, Nathan got out of school at 3:15. Here in California, he gets out at 3, except on Tuesdays when he gets out at 2:15. Two months into the school year and I have been nearly late to pick him up more than half the time. See, on Tuesdays, I stare at the clock all day so that I won’t forget and then become engrossed in work and almost actually do. The rest of the week, I keep thinking he gets out at 3:15, which would mean I don’t have to leave the house until 3, except he gets out at 3 so I have to leave at 2:45, but I don’t realize that until 2:44.

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The Conquest.

you almost forget, it’s buried so deep
you learned not to let your light shine
learned to cover yourself with a smudge

everyone avoids the one with the smudge
it’s easier to hide the feelings deep
it’s easier to pretend not to shine

you cannot fail if you don’t try to shine
you can always succeed with your smudge
you know they won’t look all that deep

but from deep, against your will, the shine always conquers the smudge

Light One Candle.

December darkness creeps in for so many days of night before the light of spring returns.

Endless agonizing days of winter’s wrath choke me with despondency and despair.

One candle flickers. I focus on its lonely glow to keep me.

 

Clean Up in Aisle One.

We were standing there, Nathan and I, watching a puddle of Ice Blue Gatorade form between us.

Time sort of slows down when you’re watching a bottle flip through the air and bounce out of a child’s hands, especially when you’re standing in the unusually crowded rice aisle as it happens. Continue reading