A Day In the Life
Night words floated out of reach ‘till almost
Then, morning, noon and night passed by,
my wings still clipped;
(far too many extraneous thoughts
lurking in my peripheral vision
kept me from taking
I knew i’d get
my inspiration back
i just knew it … !
Next morning I returned to work confident/not expecting the pain of
thought rejection …
I worked on what little I’d started the
night before but
All I did was massacre the words …
Take life out of the thoughts …
Resigned to being a dullard I thought,
“Why not do something useful in the real world
for a change?”
What resulted is the story of a day in my ‘real world’
that day I decided to do something ‘useful’.
I looked around for something to do then …
“Ahaa!,” I thought, “I’ll work on the tub!”
I began visualizing my moves; writing problems down, making a materials list. It felt good that to be taking the time to plan the job since I thought of problems that wouldn’t have occurred to me if I’d have jumped in there head first!
As I was leaving the bathroom, I realized I hadn’t eaten.
That’s when I got sick to my stomach.
So I made a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on toast … threw down my meds, drank a cup of coffee, while bouncing around listening to Kincade or Underworld, wondering what i was going to do next, when I happened to pass by the laundry room where I saw a pair of jeans that needed to be thrown into the dryer …