In Which I Confess my Need of Super Powers
Monday, August 31, 2009
Tell me you don't need a suit like this one—all quilted up and caped. Don't need this mask, the set of this jaw, these fleet and fine rubber-toed shoes.
I know that I do. I seek strength beyond myself, strength being a word that I, just now, associate with calm.
The good things of this day: I survived the 5:45 AM Body Pump. I saw my friends at Shire. Someone told me a story. I talked to my dear niece, Miranda, on her very special birthday. And a nice guy at the front desk of a seaside hotel told me the answer to a question I had about Cape May just ahead of the 1878 fire.
The weather was perfect, but there was no time to play.
The blue fish lemoned up just right.
It's dark now. Another chance at sleep.
