My Home

I sat in a Square Corner with arms and head resting on raised knees. I shed tears for the insufferable. Their pain was my pain. Their loss was my aching heart. I laughed, too. For all the same reasons: the absurdity and craziness of the human condition. Then I stretched out on this yellow blog and pulled together words and shaped a pillow for my head. I slept a restful sleep and awoke, still confused about my place in the world, but glad for a blog to make my own.