You are the sky.
Everything else – it’s just the weather.
Today I am experiencing a storm
inside the skies are blustery and dark and tumultuous
even though the sun is shining outside, as it must always do in
Phoenix in June.
Surprisingly,
I have been living under this bright sun, and so
thankful to be there, for so many months,
I had almost forgotten what it was like
to have my sky darken,
the clouds pass over
for no apparent reason
other than a shift in the air pressure
or a butterfly flapping its wings in Cuba.
Much like weather,
my mood can darken with a small twist, a thoughtless word spoken by
my girlfriend or a thought that passes through my head uninvited.
Living at the whims of my own emotions
is never
a day at the ball park
especially when the night is long and
I only sleep for 3 hours and
when i do sleep the dreams are full of
random wild children and plastic wagons being pushed into a
blue clear sea, only to find that when i land with a splash in the water i am holding my favorite book
above my head, trying to save it. What would
Freud say about that dream? What would you say?
This week I cut off a piece of my finger.
This is not a metaphor, I actually did cut it off
by mistake, in the kitchen on Sunday while
making dinner for my kids and my girl.
I feel like a part of me was left behind on that cutting board
but in fact, it was wrapped in a plastic bag, packed in ice
toted to the E.R. and then placed in the
medical waste receptacle, because it could not be reattached.
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