presents for my shadow

( wishlist for the dark of the year )

thoughts thoughts thoughts.

voodoo hoodoo

Ha! Mark one down for the weirdity census.

A fellow just came up to the ticket window, handed me one of our football schedule cards (there's a whole stack of them right outside my window), and said, with repressed anger, "Could you tear this in half and throw it in the garbage?" Which I of course did. It's my civic duty to help out with curses against big institutions, even when they're my employers. Hm.

poetry hour

'When Death Comes'

When death comes
like the hungry bear in autumn;
when death comes and takes all the bright coins from his purse

to buy me, and snaps the purse shut;
when death comes
like the measle-pox:

when death comes
like an iceberg between the shoulder blades,

I want to step through the door full of curiosity, wondering
what is it going to be like, that cottage of darkness?

And therefore I look upon everything
as a brotherhood and a sisterhood,
and I look upon time as no more than an idea,
and I consider eternity as another possibility,

and I think of each life as a flower, as common
as a field daisy, and as singular,

and each name a comfortable music in the mouth,
tending, as all music does, toward silence,

and each body a lion of courage, and something
precious to the earth.

When it's over, I want to say: all my life
I was a bride married to amazement.
I was the bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.

When it's over, I don't want to wonder
if I have made of my life something particular, and real.
I don't want to find myself sighing and frightened,
or full of argument.

I don't want to end up simply having visited this world.

-- Mary Oliver