Midterm next week + statement to committee due tomorrow = birth of this time-consuming post.
Let us review these last few days in verse.
Oct. 10: A kiln! “Twas loaded snugly this cold morn.
11: Said kiln was lit and run while off ran I,
America-bound, a wedding to see.
12: Deep sleep one shouldn’t seek in Heathrow’s lounge;
but hugs abound when plane lands down in time
for wedding, showers, wine, and ropes course fun.
13-16: See twelve above with cow-boy boots and smiles.
17: To sleep, oh blessed sleep; eighteen hours is
just enough to sate this tired body,
and when it’s done more tiles to make and words
to write which stay unwrit,’ locked in fingers
frozen o’er keyboard mine, unsure of their
paths, lacking guidance. Whisp’ring, “Tomorrow
we will know which keys to press, as if by
magic, you’ll see. Pouring out by tens and
twenties, the words will come, you’ll see, you’ll see.”
18/19: They lie! These digits lie! The words don’t come.
And here sit I, with kiln alight once more.
The fingers fly, and words come ‘cross the screen,
but not the necessary words, oh no.
Those hide and wait for fear’s increase of strength.
until perhaps water hot and steaming
will shower away their dams of scheming?