Or Sic et Non, for those of us in the medieval world.  Thank you, Abelard ( Read more... )

A beautiful face
Now marred by accidental
Damage.  How do I
Make her believe that to me
She will always be lovely?

Lost in a dark wood,
I keep on asking myself,
“How did I get here?”
Small choices from long ago
Still shape my future pathways.

Sometimes, even now,
I reach to call my mother.
Useless phone in hand,
I shake my head ruefully,
And put the phone down again.

Why did I do that?
Tomorrow’s meeting was not
On my calendar.
But the student looked so lost
And I said I would help her.

Still not sleeping well.
Molasses seeps through my brain.
I have to grade tests,
But I fear my cranky side
May bleed through the thin white page.

Frozen cookie dough.
I’m quite simply ecstatic.
It’s even on sale.
Sometimes it’s the simple things
We need to keep us going.

Waiting for my friend
Seeing familiar aspect
Briefly in each face.
Seconds stretch out endlessly;
Uncertainty dogs my heels.

Spring is distracting.
I keep trying to focus.
So much to be done
Before the hot sticky days
Of summer sap all my will.

Really. I mean it.
Never contact me again.
And while we're at it,
Why don't you move far away
And never darken my door.