Yesterday, as I sat at the window
inside Caffé Vita, I watched
a blind woman cross 4th Ave,
the main street in downtown Oly.
I couldn’t help but wonder
where she was going, what doing.
And so I imagined her,
weaving a straight line into
a local gallery,
and buying a painting.
The most perfect action ever taken.
–
Olympia has been good to me.
It feels like home, treats me like
a long-lost lover, rediscovered.
For me, that faceless throng is
a world of stories, telling themselves
in facial tics and snippets of conversation.
Even the morally destitute give me hope.
I couldn’t say why.
My job is excellent;
slow right now between semesters,
allows me a chance to get my bearings.
At 19 hours a week, I’m still waiting
for that second job to fall in my lap.
My supervisor here in the Library,
after just a week, is willing to put
in a good word for me
(the 2nd job is also on campus),
so I think I stand a good chance.
In the evenings:
darts in the garage,
music and conversation,
story-telling,
a beer to relax and
watch our neighbors across the street
[human story of a couple and two kids],
listen to our neighbors next-door
[irish tap jigs against hard-wood floors],
barbeque at sunset and
wonder what it’s all about.
–
Creatively, I’ve been working on story-boards
for two strips,
which Theo and Tim draw, respectively.
We’ve a good creative environment,
communication and amusement.
We should have a few up on a website soon,
once our internet kicks in at home.
So, you know, stay tuned and all that.
–
A poem to part with, from 8/9.
Rata-tat-tata-tata-rata-tata-ra-ta-tat:
heart drumbeats
simple beats
easy as it looks
rata-tat-tat-tat –
beguile me for awhile
i’m easy:
tell me your stories like lies
of flies on walls
i too saw it all;
tell me your truths & heartbreaks
rata-tata –
life’s easy
getting by is getting by
but life’s easy &
happiness is easy as a choice –
simple beats:
rata-tat-tat-tat –
easy as it looks.