Am in a
very strange place
at the moment.
Not a bad place.
Not a good place.
Not even an indifferent place.
Just strange.
I'm sure
I will know more about it
once I have moved on
but for now
I will just be here
and see what there is to see.
There are very small things
that are playing over in my mind.
Daily things.
Mundane things.
That don't seem to be of any consequence
but which stay with me
until I say them out loud
and sometimes
even after that as well.
A neighbour who I've never met before
whose son is often here
who came here looking for him yesterday.
One of my cat's being deaf
and me worrying about
the practical side
of that transition
but also worrying about
what she makes of it
and particularly worrying about
whether she thinks
that I have stopped talking to her.
An unanswered text message
to my sister.
A dream of a member of my family
from whom I am estranged
who appeared behind me
and who I snapped and swore at
and who then laughed
and said he missed me
and everything was okay
and then meeting someone
in real life
the next day
with the same name
but with no other connection
to me
or my family
other than to serve to keep the dream
fresh in my mind.
Other ideas
that I do nothing with.
Twenty-fours hours in a day
the same for everything
the only thing
that is truly equal
in the lives of
every creature
on this planet.
But where do they go?
And why do my
thoughts and feelings
on each of those
twenty-four hours
change so rapidly
and through so many degrees.
Simple pleasures
that turn into addictions
and create sloth
and seem to sap the pleasure
out of so many other pleasures
so that when even the smallest accomplishment
is finally and actually accomplished
there is such pleasure
in this
stupid
boring
mundane
inane
and sometimes even insane
thing
that the sense of accomplishment
dwindles
so far
and so greatly
and so rapidly
that it would have been better
had it never existed
at all.
Did I mention
already
that I was in
a very strange place
at the moment?
