setback but back on track

it feels as though i have been gone
for ages
when really it has only been days.

i am back now
but i feel a little out of my loop,
off my track,
loose and wobbly
my wheels spinning in every other direction
except poetry...
i am thinking bathroom renovation,
garden planting, landscaping,
paint scraping, recipe making...

i am going to push myself to get back
on the poetry track and finish out the month
but not sure if it will happen or not...

and eight is totally better...
back to school and to playing outside
and to being his usual goofy, sweet self...
thank you for all the sweet comments left...
it means a lot.
xo

thursday already.

the poems are taking a backseat...
as is the knitting,
the card making,
the blog reading...the blog writing.
picture taking,
flickr surfing,
all of that is waiting...

eight fell off the bike rack
at school and bumped his head
and apparently has a second grade
concussion...has been listless and
sick ever since...
i really just don't know what to do with myself...
i am wandering around
worrying about him...
wondering if i am doing enough,
should i be doing more...
can i be doing more?
is this something that just has to
run it's course as the doctor said
or should i take him in again...
gah...

it is painful to watch him so
sleepy and sad
and not himself.

no poem today...

instead
an impromptu
visit to the emergency room
with concussions
and ice packs
and promises of popsicles
coupled with fear
and fake bravado
when the triage nurse
bumps you up in place
so that you are in next...
{up until that point you had rested assured
that your fears would be
found
unfounded}
and therefore, you became
ungrounded
but remained with both feet on the floor
for him.

post-a-poem, april eleven (on the 13th)

windswept into the tide
she wished she hadn't bothered
she wished she hadn't tried

she knew that it could happen
that he could sail away
from her
she wished the tide remained static
that things remained as they were

but they erode and they age and they change
until only the fingerprints
left on her heart
remain

i have fallen behind with posting
the poems after a sort of sucky weekend...
i don't think i will try to catch up...
i will just keep labelling them for what
number i'm at.