in the still-dark, I am torn from the bliss
\nof my dream meadow by the conducted
\ncacophony of a snow-scraping backhoe
\nacross the street. Alerted, my several
\ndemons invade my fragile brain, placing
\nme on trial for dereliction of gardening,
\nparticipation in cheese eating rituals,
\nand worst of all, something I can’t
\nremember. I am driven out of bed,
\nparticipant in a race with no finish line,
\nno opponents, and worst of all, no
\ndiscernible starting point. I cannot
\nreturn to bed, to sleep, much less
\nto my dream meadow. This, constantly<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Snow removal across the street woke me before dawn today, and awoke my demons too. (#1013) Continue reading