Take off you hoser!
Well I am heading home (to see my dentist) for the first time in 5 years. Can it really be that long? Man, I have a hard time believing that. But I really should not doubt it. The grey (Canadian spelling) in my beard tells that tale.
I am doing dinner with some buddies on Friday night and finally get to see my little Gramma whom I have not seen in the last 2 years. Life can be a trip! I love it when I am punny! Anyhow, I plan to catch up with some old friends. I have come to find that many of them have babies and are married.
Such is the circle of life. I can hardly wait to have some little feet in my home. Mostly, I love eating babies… Not in a sick way Allan, but in that insanely cute way that makes you want to put their hands and feet in your mouth. And they smell so good. It makes me think of my niece and nephew when they were born.
I was thinking back on a friend of mine from Vancouver, and I wanted to post my favorite poem. It is by a great Canadian poet, Margaret Atwood… Thanks and I will let you all know how the dental work looks…
Variations on the Word “Sleep”
I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head
and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center. I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in
I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.
— Margaret Atwood