Reentry

"Take me now, Subcreature."

If you need me to identify the source of that line for you, you clearly weren't enough of a geek during the '80s.

Anyway.... Home again. Had an unexpectedly nice time, even though I was there to be a temporary wife for my sister and her hubby, while she was laid a bit low. I got to play with my extremely adorable and funny niece, who has a special nickname for me, which she says in her tiny girl's voice. And I got the kind of magical, just-hanging-out time with my sister that I almost never get these days. It was lovely to just drive her around to do her errands, and keep her company, and read stories to the niece while she laid her little head against my chest and put her little hand against each page.

And now I am back on my couch, watching TV and listening to a rumbling purr in my ear (she's perched over my left shoulder) and IMing with Miz Fury about yarn and knitting and how I've completely hooked her on both of those (insert maniacal cackle here), and that is basically the story.

I am back to my life here, and I'm a mixture of blue and relieved. It was, in some way, a break to just be away and be focused on someone else's needs for a few days. Especially since these are all people I love. My life is mostly very self-centered, and there are good reasons for that, and I mostly do need it to be that way, but once in a while it is good to get out of my head, and not think very much at all about the work I have and the work I need but don't yet have, or the boys I don't really have but would like to have, or the money I don't have but really kind of need pretty soon, and so on.

Poem #2:

In the dark that heart
beats into your ear
its voice the other voice
you hear sometimes in sleep

its hands the hands at your throat
when, silent on the grass,
you drink of the night-veil
and sleep the sleep of the drugged.

***
In its answer the voice
never calls to you
only whispers
-- pieces of styrofoam
clogging your sight
with their soft white hands

-- his heart the beat in the dark
an ancient drum
or a landmine.

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