The one I want to write, will write, is delayed, deferred. Until. Not yet, not now, soon. A bit of distance, perspective, arm's length for focus. A month from now. Legal space. Unburnt bridges.
My heart and mind are there, in that range of mountains amidst desert and plain, a stretch, attenuated and tense, as my body and bed, work, breath are here, city and theoretical shore. I force my attention to behave, funneling energy into the tasks at hand. Easy when I have a patient in front of me, an open box awaiting eagerly, but all the other endless, mundane errands feel empty, displaced. Shopping and cooking rattle as temporary fixes, cleaning taunts with empty threats. I crave the ease of pizza, if not the weight in my worried belly.
The prickly irritations, always present, turn to thorns and biting teeth. The lock that sticks, the dark hallway, the squeaking drawer. Glory, glory, the new free daily paper has three sudoku and a crossword, a welcome engagement in this sea of impatience. A hook to hang my brain upon.
I've already packed the coat hooks.
4 comments:
Oh yes, sudoku. I love 'hook to hang my brain upon'... I do them at the end of each working day, on the train, when I can think no more. They helped me survive the transition from London to Yorkshire too.
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Nurikabe's been my hook lately.
This is quite an alluring lead in. I see boxes below. I can barely handle a blog move, which is coming up soon for me because my server is voting me off the island.
Surprising sudoku people! a complete blank to me.
Enjoyed the Wiki article about Wasatch, BEAUTIFUL mountains. I'm looking forward to hearing about it from you. Please let me know if you ever go to Box Elder County!
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