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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Amnesia Walking Virginia Salter as if an Israelite, I walk in the morning, forgetting the bondage from which I’ve been freed. seeing romanticism in the comings and goings of those who punch a clock who have a daily goal, even if that goal truly belongs to another. I watch, almost languishing, wanting for that meaning, no matter how slim, to rise each morning bent on satisfying the hour, bent of arrival with energies fed with caffeine, adrenaline, purpose to DO! or to UNdo... yet, at end of day, having spent, in wilderness, hours of prose and poesy or sipping from nature’s beauty, I’ve reached the Promised Land unfettered, unshackled, unrestrained, indeed rested, fed, rejuvenated just in time for sleep. is it wrong? is it waste? ah, toil will come soon enough. for now summer shall have me and I her. © July 25, 2000 this was written last summer when I was feeling the longing to have a 'real' job like the person who eagerly was heading to work and I was just walking for my health and not looking toward a day with 'purpose' as a time-clock clicker might--sub teachers don't get much (any) work in the summer  |
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