In the Summer of ‘24, I was set upon by thoughts and feelings that beckoned to become words. Tales of anticipation, mundane tasks, aimless wandering, reflective ponderings; a collective of this-and-that, here-and-there, foul-and-fair — maybe one or two that may become something more. Every time I felt loosely inspired and uninspired, I hurriedly tapped away in my notes app. Few of these stray mind dumps have grown into much more, but maybe what they are is enough for now. Below are several “unfinished” works felled by the hand of procrastination, happenstance, and the nature of time passing:

The first day of Fall:
gravity is stronger in the Fall
maybe that is why the leaves seek the ground
and all the ground is nought to be found
every morning is a step from the last
every rise from Death’s gentler cousin past??
[…cont.]

Sunrise Ceremonies:
locate cereal
Retrieve bowl
place on table
obtain milk from refrigerator.
which comes first??
[…cont.]

Searching for Meaning:
as I pour milk into the bowl
rice krispies show me the knowledge necessary to save humanity from itself
grains arrange themselves, forming the answer to life, the universe, and everything
my mind is too sluggish to compute
It is there for a mere moment
But I am hungry??
[…cont.]

Lethargic Recovery:

then again, there is more to ask.
how long?
how long will I wallow?
how long will I weep?
for time waits for none.
this hill I will die on is steep…
[…cont?]

Accepting Defeat:

when one is let down and one falls on one’s face
we have knees such that we may fall with grace.
cast aside this question of “if”, then
swallow your pride and accept it is when
for you will most certainly fail,
[set sail/get bail/you’ve got mail]??
[…cont.]