Throwing in the Towel


A part of me
Went missing in the explosion.
A part of me
I want back now that this mystery
Is solved. Your love: the commotion,
A bomb dropped into this ocean.
A part of me.

I keep fiddling with this, trying to get it right, and it’s just not working. I have a vague idea of what I want, but can’t seem to get it down on paper. So, I’m giving up for the day. Posting as is. Maybe in a week or two the solution will hit me, and I’ll rewrite it. Maybe not. It’s just as likely that I’ll move on to something else and forget all about it. I’ll find it in a year or two and fix it then.

Meanwhile, it’s Friday. St. Patrick’s Day. I usually decorate and cook, but I’m tired this week from a migraine, so I think I’ll let this one pass. I found out that one of my favorite aunts died last night. I’m sad, and sore, and not in the mood to celebrate much of anything.

For now, I’ll rest, letting the day unfold as it wants. My head might stop hurting, and my energy might return. I might feel like cooking, or writing more. We’ll see. I dug a green shirt out of the closet and hung a shamrock on the door. Sorry, Mom, that’s the best I’m going to do this year. I’ll make it up at Easter.