A found poem is nothing more than existing text found in random places, strung together as if they belonged in one poem. Found poems can be hilarious, serious, weird, or like this one, pretty enigmatic.
So here I am at the end of the day, my birthday. The big Five-Oh.
Tee-hee!
I’ve settled into an “I Love Lucy” marathon, taken a bunch of wonderful calls, and made a cup of tea.
I feel like I should be ruminating on some profound lessons learned, or impart some wisdom about midlife, bla bla bla.
Not feeling it.
This is how I feel:
It’s actually pretty good. A Good time. A wonderful blessing to be loved by so many people, and spoiled by those dear to me. I’ll take it.
I’m going to resolve to do three very important things today:
1. Pray – really pray, not some half-assed recitation of words while I’m distracted by traffic, or ticking off a list between appointments. It’s going to require that I intentionally set aside some time, ideally in about 5 minutes, and concentrate. Quietly. Reverently. With feeling, as they say.
2. Write – I’ve long abandoned any discipline in this area. Perhaps it’s time I stop making excuses and get on with it
3. Work – I have thee little assignments that aren’t terribly important, so I keep putting them aside. Time to get it done.
Of course, then I have to finish everything else in the universe, but it’s good to have a plan.
