Sep 03 2007
Labor Day
Hot, sultry, steamy. Labor Day weekend is a bust. Nothing to do but swelter and try to stay conscious. Relief doesn’t come. Sleep doesn’t come. The appetite is fickle and wants nothing I give it.
I’m beyond tired. My mind isn’t processing rightly. I’m angry and frustrated with everything.
I long for a quiet place - without room mates and neighbors or any intrusion - that is cool and let’s my mind wander to a place long time missed and nearly forgotten. Where I can string words into the portrait I see in my dreams.
The breeze comes and I am encouraged that there are cooler days ahead. Days with clear thinking and even revelation. Days when petty, slanderous remarks don’t affect me and I don’t mind so much that life isn’t fair. That people are cruel for the sake of cheap laughs and quick nods. That no one is paying attention to what matters and the price we pay for our ignorance.
But today, I meander through my own misery and stumble through my own labrynth of concept and ideals, right and wrong, good and bad. Today, I long for anything that will lift the weight from my head and the heat from my too-brown skin.
Tomorrow will come, it almost always does, and with it, a new bundle of complaints and bushel of victories. My eyes will see things differently and forget what they have seen today. My heart will glue itself back together and the drum beat that is life will call out - leaving behind anyone too slow to get in line.
copyright 2007
