waiting for priceline to make my ticket.....
Yesterday I was feeling terribly thoughtful. I moped around the job site, with moments of concentration for the pneumatic nailer. Wearing ear protection only assisted in my wander, muffling out the everyday edge of this place. Children on the playground and the bullhorn aide uselessly shouting rules. "GIVE HER BALL BACK". The saws, the radio, all at a comforting distance. I'm installing a bamboo floor. My boss wonders why I'm not chatty. Making excuses for silence is an oxymoron. I mutely smile.
I was on a plane to New York last year. Thinking, the way one might between point A and B, I remember clearly listening to myself say, it's time to be quiet. I sat, securely fastened. Since then I've been awaiting further instruction. Within the silence I've found ecstasy and and sadness.
this is where I am
I can see what I am doing, my half writing says it all. what is after this?
more more more. I'm working on it