A line cast, a hope followedWednesday, January 18, 2006
I cannot tell you if it’s the aggravation of a sticking mouse ball,
The suitcase still on the floor behind me
Filled with odds and ends of his
Still unassigned to any home
The demanding clamor of the wind-chime made complainant by a restless south wind
Or the nagging ache where my teeth have clenched too often
But each day I turn away from the screen before the keyboard can register my fingerprints
Sometimes there isn’t enough of me
To write down in words
The suitcase still on the floor behind me
Filled with odds and ends of his
Still unassigned to any home
The demanding clamor of the wind-chime made complainant by a restless south wind
Or the nagging ache where my teeth have clenched too often
But each day I turn away from the screen before the keyboard can register my fingerprints
Sometimes there isn’t enough of me
To write down in words
