Watermark

Snapshot Poem 11 February 02009

   

Seas between us, and time.
I climb beneath my quilts.
You wake in a bright room. 
You are not alone. I move
through dreams dense
with rage. Your children
berate me. There is no
escape. This long winter.

  

25 Things

I've been tagged for this meme, by someone I really like, so am compelled to respond. Perhaps a good thing: The Random Beauty of "25 Random Things".

1. If I don't record my dreams, I don't write. I know this is a very strong correlation, though I don't completely understand it. Some images and inspiration come from my dreams, but I think it's more about consciously keeping that door open, that threshold between my waking and dreaming self.
2. I am not recording my dreams.
3. I am not writing.
   
4. For much of my professional career, I worked with victims, families, and offenders of sexual and domestic assault. I still have no idea if this work was of any use.
   
5. I believe that happiness in life depends much on the ability to enjoy small things. Birds at the feeder, a kitten's explorations, a good cup of coffee.
6. I think we can.
7. I believe in ornament.
8. I made my house for myself, but believed it would be filled with other people. The goddess laughs.
9. I think that a few duties and obligations are essential to a full life, even if those duties and obligations are to critters who are not human.
   
10. We aren't there yet.
11. How is it possible to look out -- or into -- this universe, and think there must be something more?
12. But, still ...
13. I feel the need to be of use.
    
14. I wonder if this need is simply human nature? Is it -- is much -- simply the interaction of genetic directives?
15. I think about suffering. The suffering of dailiness, the suffering of tragedy. I think about the fires in Australia, the victims of fire and flood and genocide. I think about the suffering we inflict upon each other, and wonder why.
16. I am astounded that I can believe in certain things so strongly, yet behave contrary to those beliefs -- often without even realizing it.
17. How is it that we can be so unaware of our effect upon this world?
18. If I met myself, would I like me?
19. Why am I always second, or third, and never first?
20. How do I delude myself?
21. Even as a child, I was told that I ask too many questions.
22. The kitten who chose me is a retriever. Throwing her toy for her to bring back to me is one of my several delights.
23. Ah, I hold too close, too hard, too long.
    
24. No wonder there are countless books on letting go.
25. Now I am writing.