Rainy Sunday here on Cape Cod, flood warnings keep coming on in between football games. Right now it’s the Pat’s and Titans in a snowy Foxboro. It’s been a great day, stayed in my pj’s all day, working on a flyer for my women’s group, making comfort foods and lots of tea, catching up on blogs and so on. Did a bit more decluttering (videos), read a little Mondo, and wrote a sort of poem. I was looking through my latest journal last night and saw my answers to a question:
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d try parenting. (Oh wait, did that already and it wasn’t perfect. We all survived for the most part).
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d try poetry.
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d share my work.
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d do radio.
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d launch a local cable TV show.
If I didn’t have to do it perfectly, I’d do comedy.
I kind of like the exercise, so since I didn’t have to do it perfectly I wrote a poem this morning, inspired by Mary, of course.
Gray water pouring
flowing over eaves
through gutters
flooding streets
no fair weather friend, my seasonal water view.
