“Climbing the walls while the hours fall.”

The Poem
I Don’t Miss It - Tracy K. Smith

But sometimes I forget where I am,
Imagine myself inside that life again.
Recalcitrant mornings. Sun perhaps,
Or more likely colorless light
Filtering its way through shapeless cloud.
And when I begin to believe I haven’t left,
The rest comes back. Our couch. My smoke
Climbing the walls while the hours fall.
Straining against the noise of traffic, music,
Anything alive, to catch your key in the door.
And that scamper of feeling in my chest,
As if the day, the night, wherever it is
I am by then, has been only a whir
Of something other than waiting.
We hear so much about what love feels like.
Right now, today, with the rain outside,
And leaves that want as much as I do to believe
In May, in seasons that come when called,
It’s impossible not to want
To walk into the next room and let you
Run your hands down the sides of my legs,
Knowing perfectly well what they know.

The Beverage

Chocolate Milk

I started doing the newsletter again to mark time, to remember which days are Sunday. Well, I was heating up leftovers for dinner and remembered today is Monday. I went on a 90 minute walk in the rain yesterday. I had a glass of chocolate milk for breakfast today, and I enjoyed it immensely.