Unbelievable.

Timing is everything.

The Layers

I have walked through many lives,
some of them my own,
and I am not who I was,
though some principle of being
abides, from which I struggle not to stray.
When I look behind,
as I am compelled to look
before I can gather strength
to proceed on my journey,
I see the milestones dwindling
toward the horizon
and the slow fires trailing
from the abandoned camp-sites,
over which scavenger angels
wheel on heavy wings.
Oh, I have made myself a tribe
out of my true affections,
and my tribe is scattered!
How shall the heart be reconciled
to its feast of losses?
In a rising wind
the manic dust of my friends,
those who fell along the way,
bitterly stings my face.
yet I turn, I turn,
exulting somewhat,
with my will intact to go
wherever I need to go,
and every stone on the road
precious to me.
In my darkest night,
when the moon was covered
and I roamed through wreckage,
a nimbus-clouded voice
directed me:
"Live in the layers,
not on the litter."
Though I lack the art
to decipher it,
no doubt the next chapter
in my book of transformations
is already written,
I am not done with my changes.

Stanley Kunitz, 1905-2006

Letter Of Complaint

To Whom It May Concern,

I don't like sunstroke. I shouldn't get it from only an hour or two in the sun. Furthermore, It should take no longer than a couple of hours from the aforementioned time in the sun to the symptoms. Screw this kicking in many hours later. Please remedy this at your earliest convenience by returning my temperature regulation abilities to normal and settling my stomach.

Sincerely,
Greenstorm

PS Do something about the sunburn while you're at it, it's ridiculous given that I spent most of the weekend in bed.