Turning corners into dead ends in Daydreaming on the Porch
- May 23, 2022, 12:54 p.m.
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This fortress of books and rooms
surrounding me
forms a rather simple maze
For me to lose myself in,
if I so desire.
I cannot begin to process
all that is stuffed
into every available niche and corner.
It is my known universe.
My cluttered and
difficult to negotiate
sanctuary.
Or so I think.
I walk from room to room,
picking up one thing here,
another there:
a book, a magazine,
a bag of chips,
a glass of juice.
I am no sooner settled in one place
than I must be up again
and back to where I just came from
moments earlier.
Round and round.
All the while,
silence.
Unless I introduce music
at an opportune time.
The central AC cuts off.
The wind rustles great chimes.
My thoughts are stranded
in empty space.
I don’t seem to want
to pull together the loose ends.
To make sense of anything.
Isn’t that what I try to do
anytime I pick up something to read,
or download yet another article
on the Internet,
or wander the byways of cyberspace
aimlessly,
turning corners into dead ends?
This rather well describes how I feel this afternoon, 20 years after I wrote this poem. I also haven’t been feeling well since last night. These things will pass.
Last updated May 23, 2022
ConnieK ⋅ May 23, 2022
You conveyed the restlessness well. I'm sorry you're feeling under the weather. Take care of you. Eat healthy and get lots of rest.
Jinn ⋅ May 24, 2022
I get this feeling :-) It’s a good poem.
I hope you start feeling better!
Oswego Jinn ⋅ May 24, 2022
Thank you! Definitely better.
Jinn Oswego ⋅ May 26, 2022
Good news!
Deleted user ⋅ May 25, 2022
Thank you for sharing this. Beautiful!
Oswego Deleted user ⋅ May 25, 2022
Thank you!