I Am Tired.

[greenstorm]

Tillie posted this once, and it's come around again on greatpoets.

Love After Love

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your mirror,
and each will smile at the other's welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

Derek Walcott

It makes me happy. I mean, so many things do, my life is sort of like a game of 'if you don't like it, wait a minute'.

I'm starting to settle a little (knock on wood). Did I just write a post that said that, or did I think about it and not do it?

Anyhow, life is again calling, I promise a big update someday.

Blood day-ish. That always helps.