I Slept Like A Champ Yesterday.

I woke up and thanked you.

“The rhythms fell slow,” one of us said.

The other one of us immediately noted the line was not being spoke in the original sense.

Bespoke all over again

I laugh at this to give myself another opportunity to smile up at you.

I had to handle errands.

marginalia: see how easy errand goes errant

but there was nothing to doubt, dear.

I narrated to you.

(I narrate for you)

Even when time’s changes and the earth’s rotations

make it impossible to know where or when you are.

even when you are not there or here,

when you could not know you were there….

unless…but who could be that magical really?


I know you are


I am.

(any reading thereof)

I hope your feet are warm.

It rained.

It stopped.

It remains grey.

The mountains are obscured by clouds.

You coulda gone weeks without knowing they were there at all

I suspect

back when our opposable thumbs were still novels

Hey there’s an attractive Japanese couple to my right.

waiting for the light to cross on foot

made me wish I was on foot

they are young compared to us

they laugh and smile and gesture wildly.

Now I’m smiling.

They pretend to be sign twirlers for some surreptitious business or affair,

spinning the invisible boards. dropping it, kicking it back up and catching it on their backs

It’s good panto. I can see it. The invisible they indicate.

I dream they are trying to indicate you to me.

Author: writtencasey

I am fascinated by the scientific endeavor and I read about or engage with those processes as much as possible. I am a compulsive reader and writer. With a background in anthropology and as an arm-chair/backyard scientist, I hope to improve my writing skills and learn about any areas of weakness or misunderstanding in my analytic skills. I am excited to share. Thank you for spending time here. Please reach out if you are so inclined. I'd be excited to hear from you.

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