Crashbox

After an unusual absence I return to the realm of Blog. My mind last night was filled with odd philosophical musings...what about the need to find oneself? How justifiable is this, and how selfish? Does it take too much away from our loved ones? But we are still, and always will be, individuals; and sometimes it becomes necessary to uncover and face one's own darkness. And the only light here is the Dove. I feel a confidence and a contentment in everything at the moment---yet life is as uncertain as it has ever been. So, with this unreasoning trust, here is something that is not really a poem, but perhaps something like it...

the best thing about thursday was mimi's cafe.
when she came back she sat in my seat instead of her own

the best thing about friday was forgetting it was friday and going to bed early.
i wonder...

the best thing about saturday was the ocean sunset after a day of sand dunes hot dogs and tide pools. (except maybe craftily paying for A.'s dinner to his grinning consternation.)
a peaceful day. the first in eons.

the best thing about sunday was sitting by the pool with my tired siblings and the (2) sisters, singing and strumming guitar like hippie folk singers.
who cares what you do as long as you are with those you care about.

the end.