Hearing it drip from the roof to the back patio.
I sit here in my office tonight
Kids are asleep, tv is off.
I hear the rain
I hear the laundry turning in circles in the dryer
I hear the metal of the wall heater expand and contract.
In the real faint distance I can hear a car or house alarm. Not sure which, its a faint hum.
I wander thru the house.
Fold some clothes on the couch.
Wash my face in the bathroom mirror.
Set kiddos homework papers and Oreos for the school party tomm out.
Star at my cup of tea that is no longer hot.
Tears creeping into corners of my eyes.
Life is not bad
Its just that life isnt where Id like it to be.
I watch tonight a program on people returning to their homes near the world trade center. Those whose windows were blown out and homes filled with the think smoke and ash.
This woman was a photographer, All her prints, film equipment, everything, coated. She cant stand to be in her apartment for more than 15 minutes wearing a surgical mask. Her throat starts to burn.
I sit here in my house and look at my things. How these people just grab some clothes and some minor things and everything sits coated in dust in their former homes.
It makes my home feel so irrelevant. It makes working to pay the bills feel so irrelevant at times. Its like is that all we live for?
I know Im a part of the rat race of the world also, you just have moments of reflecting is all. Where you emphasis is shifted, you view things differently due to something that causes you to think.
Besame Mucho