The weather might have been pleasant, but it was not invigorating. Tomorrow is the half price sale at the Goodwill store, and a couple of books I've had my eye on might still be there by the time I get there. If not, well, I've got plenty to read. Reading is what I'm going to go do now, since my brain is not much more than fuzz tonight. I certainly hope I can sleep better than I did last night.
Apology for Impatience
by Bruce Dawe
Now through all my dreams Beans, beans are climbing, Between midnight and morning Pumpkins flower and the tomato seedlings Are carefully transplanted; Lying hunched in the darkness I am solicitous over All manner of things sprouting And blossoming. Even waking The work goes on, a rainbow Hovers over my office desk, In the arc of a garden hose, And, looking at you, Life, life cries my blood Till I am dazed by its sound, The sound of my thirty-three years Drumming like a monsoon On the inadequate tin roof Of words like these…