That healthy living energy burst I’m supposed to have thanks to all this pure food eating has apparently been stuck in traffic for the last three days.  I am Tired.  So while I continue to figure out how to get the right amount of protein at the right time (and pay the bills  and spend some time with God and try not to work too late and vacuum once in a while and did you all KNOW how fast dishes pile up when you cook everything from scratch??) and hopefully go to bed earlier than midnight for once, here’s something entirely different – a poem I wrote years ago.  Why?  It’s been spinning the windmills of my mind, so I’m purging it here so I can get some sleep!

Wishes

If wishes were fishes and fishes were free
would you hold them in close in a bowl to be seen
by convex, staring faces, who rudely intrude
on the small, fragile wishes, who end up as food
for a larger, toothed wish-fish dropped in by a hand
that’s attached to an arm and a mind in demand
by those frightened by wishes, who wish to obscure
flagrant wishings and hopings and dreamings that pure
minds engender in moments of quiet and thought?
Not considered this yet?  Well then… perhaps you ought.

Nitey-nite, and God Bless  🙂