The 9 to 5 gig put me up in a hotel as we had meetings early. Not only did I have macaroons waiting for me, but I got a different view of the city then usual.
Even after seven years in Chicago, there is still so much to see and do. Sometimes I get itchy feet and want another adventure, in a different city, different country. And then I go home with my routine on the same bus and am quietly content.
It is odd to have the conflicting parts of me, the traveler and the homebody. The duality, I suppose, keeps life interesting.
the house was awake, stirred by the restless call and response--blessings--
after, pictures would show only the remnants of the seven empty bottles.
One sparkling, with a cork found lodged in the tree outside.
Nothing of the women.
Seven women left to feed an old murky
dream built by bitter second sons.
Can't you hear?