Mountain Poem
Sep. 8th, 2008 06:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
perzephone
Last night I went to sleep with a poem waiting to be written inside me. I should have flipped on the light & jotted it down, but instead I told myself, "Nah, I'll take care of it in the morning". Here is morning and there is no poem. Just one line:
The mountain dreams.
Maybe I'll remember the rest of it later on.
I have to get Rob up & moving. The OJ Simson trial started at 5am & I dunno what I'm going to have to face going to work, especially traffic caused by news vans.
Ugh. Hate reporters with their nasty little questions and nasty little cameras.
The mountain dreams.
Maybe I'll remember the rest of it later on.
I have to get Rob up & moving. The OJ Simson trial started at 5am & I dunno what I'm going to have to face going to work, especially traffic caused by news vans.
Ugh. Hate reporters with their nasty little questions and nasty little cameras.
