Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Biiiiig Exam Tomorrow

Eating lots of ice cream and pretending that that is why I am feeling so queasy.

It will be over soon, it will be over soon, it will be over soon...


Merisi said...

*thinking of you*
(with a poem that may seem a bit random but since it let's me drift off to sleep every time I think about it ...)
Love, M.

I Ask You

What scene would I want to be enveloped in
more than this one,
an ordinary night at the kitchen table,
floral wallpaper pressing in,
white cabinets full of glass,
the telephone silent,
a pen tilted back in my hand?

It gives me time to think
about all that is going on outside--
leaves gathering in corners,
lichen greening the high grey rocks,
while over the dunes the world sails on,
huge, ocean-going, history bubbling in its wake.

But beyond this table
there is nothing that I need,
not even a job that would allow me to row to work,
or a coffee-colored Aston Martin DB4
with cracked green leather seats.

No, it's all here,
the clear ovals of a glass of water,
a small crate of oranges, a book on Stalin,
not to mention the odd snarling fish
in a frame on the wall,
and the way these three candles--
each a different height--
are singing in perfect harmony.

So forgive me
if I lower my head now and listen
to the short bass candle as he takes a solo
while my heart
thrums under my shirt--
frog at the edge of a pond--
and my thoughts fly off to a province
made of one enormous sky
and about a million empty branches.

Billy Collins

M. said...

So, how's summer doing over there?
Over here: aquamarine sky today, with big white clouds sailing along the horizon.
Sunny greetings,

Rude Cactus said...

And? And? How did it go?