Saturday, July 3, 2010

WATCH YOUR STEP







Why am I posting this?  Sometimes I have more questions about my own actions than anyone else could possibly have about them.  I suppose this is one of those times.
It is very hot in Arizona.  I've been here for five days and this sojourn is beginning to resemble hell in more ways than merely the searing temperatures; but it would take too many years in therapy to unravel the genesis of that condition, so I'm not even going to try.
But today was good.  Orientation is over.  The child is officially in school and wholly moved into her apartment.  
Did I mention that making multiple trips from the car in the parking lot up two flights of stairs to the apartment, carrying boxes, suitcases, several bags of purchased necessities from Target and an oversized stuffed platypus in 115 degree temperatures is an awesome workout?  It covers weight resistance and aerobics along with the same benefits of a purging, purifying sauna.

I call it the "Near Death" workout.

 Other than that I have a lot of family here with whom I've been spending all of my time.

I'm resting now.  

More or less.

Okay....
Less.

I'm really just hiding.

To most, this requires no further explanation.

However, I've moved beyond the disquieting voices in my head (Or are they from the other room?) and  I've posted.

When you hear from me again, it is quite possible I will be under a doctor's care and heavily sedated.
In the meantime, keep me in your prayers.....
What is my name again?

Watch Your Step

Reach long and hard
to scratch the surface
linger there 
without a purpose
grasp the hand
a stranger bids you
go beyond the
 locks and grids
they set you up 
to go down fighting
watch you screaming
scratching, biting
rolling down
 the hill
of plenty
off the edge
 for less
than twenty
bucks 
to think
the barmaid
 hands you
all you'll drink
in half the time
it takes to rise
and knock on 
heaven's gate
SURPRISE!
you came
 too late.