Worked out the gist of this while driving to work this morning, wrote it down at lunch and re-worked it tonight.
The raspy, ragged news –
hard listening while commuting
whether public radio bass or
British schooled voice.
The sentences get tangled
as the car moves along,
the light of today increases
but the grasp of today
in places outside this car:
Ukraine, China, Washington,
science, history, politics –
scramble and tear
trying to focus, losing the horizon
until, at last, the radio’s button
restores peace to this world.
The sky spits rain at the car.
The windshield blades wipe tears away.
And turns out, I could manage the NaPoWriMo.net prompt today because I had stuck one of my most favorite little inanimate objects into my pocket this morning. I showed it to a couple co-workers, telling one it was probably the most “Apple-like” thing I own (not actually an Apple product of course): it fits my hand perfectly, feels wonderful, fulfills its purpose perfectly and is gaze-grabbing.
A small thing of love
fits perfectly in my hand
wooden needle case.
