Waiting Some nights the only sound high-pitched, insistent tinnitus wire singing unchanging these fourteen years And still I wait An image brushes— oak leaves scraping the glass pane as wind rises Roll to sitting two paths—fingers fumbling in the dark three clicks of my lighted pen, jot words that might call back how this feels or rise, turn on low light toddle down the hallway fingers find the keyboard eyes adjust to brighter light the high drone tone the wait for words
Boudewijn is such a light sleeper, and this way I was able to jot in my bedside journal without disturbing him. I've discovered if a line comes in the middle of the night, and I don't write it down, it's gone forever. It does NOT come back in the morning. I said "was" because we don't sleep in the same room any more, but with no lamp by my bed, this is still the best method.
Love the desk chair art! And the image of your going "fishing" at first light, or earlier for lines that could get away! Respect!
Thank you. I often "fish" at midnight or 1 a.m.!
Wow! You have a lighted pen?
Yes! I've tried a couple, and this is my favorite: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07C3Z2GRH?ref_=ppx_hzsearch_conn_dt_b_fed_asin_title_6&th=1 (brand name, Penyeah)
Boudewijn is such a light sleeper, and this way I was able to jot in my bedside journal without disturbing him. I've discovered if a line comes in the middle of the night, and I don't write it down, it's gone forever. It does NOT come back in the morning. I said "was" because we don't sleep in the same room any more, but with no lamp by my bed, this is still the best method.