Events taking place during the early stages of my ON flareup.
Any Other Time
Home from work, I went looking for Peace and quiet to Lighten the burden of Another busy work day.
Instead I found Tension and turmoil: Laissez-faire focus plus Lackadaisical planning Equaled a mother’s Lost temper upon Our wayward child.
Any other time, I’d be the U.N., Brokering peace Between the factions, But today was different.
I slipped on my shoes and Zipped up my jacket, Leaving my hearth Without another word, In search of elusive serenity.
Any other time, I’d guide my van Into the evening traffic Without an afterthought, But today was different.
Instead, I walked down Neighborhood streets While struggling to Comprehend and contemplate How reality looks like concrete But is every bit as fluid as The rain flowing from my eyes.
I approached a pizza shop and Thought to walk in for A swallow or several of beer; Any other time, I would have, But today was different.
Beyond that store was another Whose doors I hadn’t broached In what seemed like forever, With artifacts and relics that Let me journey to the past.
It was after six, and Any other time, The doors would be shuttered For the night, But today was different.
The shopkeeper was busy Doing this and that, But let me in just to browse; We talked about music, Speaking the language of Small talk that got bigger When she asked about me.
I needed to talk about me, And she needed to listen, Then we talked about her While I kept my ear sharp; Time passed so quickly, As it always does when Making a friend.
I turned to go home, And any other time, A wave and a smile Would have sufficed, But today was different; We shared a hug and a cry Before I trekked the streets That took me back home.
By the time I got home, My hands were quite cold, But my soul was warm.
what a beautiful write--i enjoyed the starkly human portrayal and the lines, "While struggling to
Comprehend and contemplate
How reality looks like concrete
But is every bit as fluid as
The rain flowing from my eyes"
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Comprehend and contemplate
How reality looks like concrete
But is every bit as fluid as
The rain flowing from my eyes"
Peace,
Dan
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D *KOTC*
(((((HUGS))))) love and prayer, Karla. *kotc*