I'm running a fever, probably because I was up most of the night washing my son's pukey bedding and listening to him make frequent trips to the bathroom. Damn you norovirus, why do you like this boy so much?? Are you running low on cruise ship victims to torment? Here is a bit of gastrointestinal grief haiku for your entertainment, and my catharsis...
virus, get ye gone!
you are no dear friend of mine.
why not take a cruise?
Also, I worked from home today, writing a thesis-sized report, and my writing energy is pretty much drained. Maybe I'll find it in me to write something later today, or maybe not.
So here is a mouldy oldie for your reading pleasure. I wrote it after the shuttle Columbia came apart, so it has rather a grim tone, but it came from the heart. Christopher reminded me of it with his talk of astronautical journeys.
What perspective was gained by seven
Who went above, outside, beyond
To see the earth a blue pearl beneath them
What perspective was gained?
What thoughts went through their minds
When they saw home from above
All countries one, the war machine irrelevant
What thoughts went through?
What wisdom filled their hearts
As they drifted silent, weightless, cold
Above us as we slept warm in our quilts
What wisdom filled?
What hope is there now for us
To learn what was lost
When they came down in ash rain
What hope is there now?
Why do I weep as if
It was my breast-blood-children lost
Coming home from first spirit journey
Why do I weep?
February 1, 2003