I've done things since then, but don't remember them clearly either, except for making a bowl of ramen— the last of the Nissin soy sauce flavor, which comes with a small packet of tasty sesame oil that is added after the soup is microwaved. It's very tasty. I must remember to buy more. But now I'm awake very early, hoping I can get back to sleep before dawn, and it's going to be a warm day. I wouldn't be surprised if flowers bloomed, but I don't have any and I'm not going anywhere so I won't know. Life feels very weird. Have I mentioned that lately? It does.
Pine Boat A-Shift
Anonymous (from "Shih Ching")
Pine boat a-shift
on drift of tide,
for flame in the ear, sleep riven,
driven; rift of the heart in dark
no wine will clear,
nor have I will to playe.
Mind that's no mirror to gulp down all's seen,
brothers I have, on whom I dare not lean,
angered to hear a fact, ready to scold.
My heart no turning-stone, mat to be rolled,
right being right, not whim nor matter of count,
true as a tree on mount.
Mob's hate, chance evils may, gone through,
aimed barbs not few;
at bite of the jest in heart
start up as to beat my breast.
O'ersoaring sun, moon malleable
lifting a-sky to wane;
sorrow about the heart like an unwashed shirt, I
clutch here at words,
having no force to fly.