Saturday, January 18, 2014


I have a feeling there’ll be some
surprises.  But this time it’s just
me, calling to see if you’re okay.
Are you okay?  Good.  I think I

might be.  Hanging up (which
is no longer a hang-up), I try
to assess whether or not that
qualified as overwhelming.

I try to find a comfort zone
among the quiet but if feels so
sub-par.  That sounds dumb.
It’s the season of finishing up

and I am just too sappy for it.
Is plotting Christmas okay
over there?  I wish I knew
why I must dwell on this,

whether I am doing any-
thing worthwhile, and
what would help me
get to the gym.