Another day

Another day, another month, gobbled up by a hungry year. Time races, rushing to achieve, to do, to consume the busy hours. The continual stream of ‘now’ moves so fast, like a silent film star, jerky black and white moments that are quickly woven into the tapestry of today. Strange, abstract patterns giving texture and movement to the rich garment of this everyday life.

"Time is the fire in which we burn". - Delmore Schwartz

Expectation

So much for the flood of words I thought were building behind the dam of my silence. I have opened the floodgates, given the words permission to flow and what do I find, a drought upon my parched land. The cracked dried earth of my expectation, barren.

"The sea pronounces something, over and over, in a hoarse whisper; I cannot quite make it out." - Annie Dillard

My Name is Zing

And I need to talk. Not about anything in particular, just words, just to see them appear on the page, just to watch the flow of consciousness. Just to see what I have to say. Maybe I won’t have anything much to fill these pages. Maybe once I start, there will be torrents swirling around my feet. Maybe I will have to find higher ground so as not to drown in my words. Maybe, I won’t. We’ll see.

"Of those who say nothing, few are silent". - Thomas Neiel