Knock Knock Knock. There's a knocking at my door.
The sound startled me. No one knocks on my door. Especially where the door is. Especially when it is a moonless night. Especially when it is silent. Especially now!
Knock Knock Knock. The knocking continues.
Go away! I must not let whoever it is inside. Not Now! Not after what I've just done.
Knock Knock Knock. The knocking is loud.
Don't they understand? I want to be alone. Like I've always been in life. Alone. No one cared to knock at my door.
Knock Knock Knock. It is persistent.
Agitated at the sound, my nerves make me jump. My mind is racing. Racing to what end. How to end the knock. How to end the day. Racing to hide. Hide what I've done.
Knock Knock Knock. There's a knock at my door.
Ooooo. Stop. How do they know? What I've done. How do they know? The sound of the knocking pounds deep into my chest. It is a drumbeat of accusation. Stop. Please stop.
Knock Knock Knock. This knock must be answered.
I look in panic at what I've done. I race into the bedroom to get a sheet to cover what I've done. She can rest in peace now. Because of what I've done. But where is my peace? I go to the kitchen and retrieve a butcher knife from the butcher block. I go to the door.
Knock Knock Knock.
I answer the door.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
The Natural Way
It is winter. I can tell. I'm cold.
When it is spring, I can tell. I smell the flowers.
When it is summer, I can tell. I feel the heat from the Sun on a lazy afternoon.
When it is fall, I can tell. I see the change in colors on the tree leaves.
Today it is different. I can't tell what is up. Or down. Or . . . Things are out of sort.
Everything in my life is not as it once was. I doubt if it will ever be what it once was.
I'm out of work. Never been that way before. I once walked off jobs to get a better one that afternoon or at latest, the next morning. To many looking for work now. Not enough jobs. No one seems to know how to get people working. No leaders in Washington. Or in business.
What has happened?
My car pollutes. My butt pollutes. My cat pollutes. It has always been that way. America became great and prosperous with leaky butts. Now we must stop. Become poor. Become like everyone else in the world.
Why?
The Sun rose this morning in the East. It will set this evening in the West. Clouds form. Clouds dissipate. It is a natural way of things. Yet, some may want to fault humans for the natural way of things and expect to change it.
How?
It is winter. I can tell.
I'm discontented.
When it is spring, I can tell. I smell the flowers.
When it is summer, I can tell. I feel the heat from the Sun on a lazy afternoon.
When it is fall, I can tell. I see the change in colors on the tree leaves.
Today it is different. I can't tell what is up. Or down. Or . . . Things are out of sort.
Everything in my life is not as it once was. I doubt if it will ever be what it once was.
I'm out of work. Never been that way before. I once walked off jobs to get a better one that afternoon or at latest, the next morning. To many looking for work now. Not enough jobs. No one seems to know how to get people working. No leaders in Washington. Or in business.
What has happened?
My car pollutes. My butt pollutes. My cat pollutes. It has always been that way. America became great and prosperous with leaky butts. Now we must stop. Become poor. Become like everyone else in the world.
Why?
The Sun rose this morning in the East. It will set this evening in the West. Clouds form. Clouds dissipate. It is a natural way of things. Yet, some may want to fault humans for the natural way of things and expect to change it.
How?
It is winter. I can tell.
I'm discontented.
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