learn doesn’t mean know
it’s been a while. no, longer than that.
spending this time, in this place, with Mother has enabled knowledge about stuff that could only surface here – some of it i like.
other things i now know:
a lot of things are more important than being right
being wrong is far from being worst
hope and regret are ghosts in time
spending time with Mother, after all those years
week 26
toll, belles
sure, pointless
wishing i would’ve every time i could’ve
but,
it has been a long stay with little play
Quantity time with Mother
Week twenty-three
life flies faster than memory
aspirations for another day:
- spark a light
- work one of the novels
- finish a scene for one of the screenplays
- frolic with a lover
- dance with a stranger
- exchange a smile
- get out of bed
yes, maybe there will be tomorrow
passage
clickity-clacking, subterranean.
jostle in constant grab-foot balance.
tiring, reflected in wearied glass,
between
chapters illuminated, occasionally enlightening,
fluorescent pall; station to station.
Quantity Time with Mother
Week twenty
