Sunday, January 24, 2016


    A  long  blue  sky  without  a  brow
                                           —Fanny Howe

How uneventful today is.

I tried to go to work,

but there was no work.

I took a look at the cat,

the purring cat.   I read

a book in translation and

then in its original language.

Why I ever thought a bit

of this would ever be

of any use?  The hours

continued to slip away.

I picked at my teeth

with a blade of grass.

I waited for someone

to arrive.  I am waiting

for someone to arrive.

The doorbell rings

but I hear nothing

but whispers for

the rest of the day

and into the night.