Frogger

i haven’t written anything in a while because…
….hmmm, it’s hard to pinpoint. i’ve thought about it, and as always been impassioned at some events but not held the passion, that productive anxiety, all the way home and moved it from gut to fingertips
because of beers or needed sleep or fun
en route.
i saw beverly daniel tatum speak and as it has been when i read her writing i felt like she knew me
i saw good night, and good luck and wondered if journalists could still be so brave or self-sacrificing
i taught seven weeks of video production to after-school middle schoolers aching for fun
i laid beside a lake and spoke telepathically with the sky

all the enumerity however doesn’t make for production. enlightened exhaustion perhaps, as compared with the regular type
facing this rectangle involves a sting, like at bingo, before the laws, when there weren’t enough troll luck charms to absorb all the smoke in their hair of flare

i saw bread & roses and realized the context for my inherited/borrowed justice for janitors shirt
i heard paul farmer temper reality with jokes that couldn’t really hide his earned righteousness
i received triggerpoint injections from the fastest osteopath this side of tombstone (no pun intended)
i pitied the new (free) couch, unwittingly ready to be dogged

amidst the bloom of the avenue, hope s_r_ng_ _tern_l. doorways emerged out of _h__ _ir, as if only there to show where we can go. as if clearing arteries in the mind.

in this new, spongier earth, i walk. a month is left of formalized ed, but it isn’t the month that means. because whether i’m writing or not, i believe when i hear i will. whether a swoon is incorrectly anticipated, it’s sequel sibling rocks inevitable. whether days of heaven spark eternal tennis matches made of smirk, passing shots, and cradling, i don’t have to worry. because that which is promised by that which has been worked on and worked on and worked on will dawn. maybe not in a previewed form, but who would want such pre-description. there in the findable rests something to smile about, waking at its own pace, stretching luxuriously, and opening a journal longing for inky love.