jmcgready’s misc universe

12/27/2007

my body and my iPod battery are both rundown
and in need of recharging.

I’m tired of the games.

To put a somatic exclamation point on this all,
my right ankle is bothering me again.

I’m listening to E.S. Posthumus,
trying to block out the episode of CSI Mom’s watching
and concentrate on this writing without the aid of my Leightning LOFs.

Visual fiction in any form is intensely distracting.
The problem is that too many people around me
view it as background noise.

It’s background noise that steals my imagination.

I can either watch fiction or I can write it.
I can’t do both.
Not now.

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Day after Christmas.
My grandnephew’s first Christmas -
a first for the firstborn of a new family.

Cameras and pictures abounded,
as is normally the case.

The wonder of our gifts subsumed
by the wonder of the child,
which is, again, as it should be.

Come to think of it, if you slapped a
capital C on the word child, you’ve got
the Christmas spirit as it should be.

First the Child,
then the Son,
then the Servant,
then the Sacrifice,
then the Savior,
then the Sovereign.

But not much is as it
should be these days;
what may be,
what can be
is lost in what is
or seems to be.

Don’t look at me as if
I have any of the answers -
I barely have the right questions.

Technorati: answers, christmas spirit, day after christmas, first christmas, gifts, grandnephew, questions, sacrifice, savior, servant