Last Entry For Awhile...
This is my last Livejournal entry for the semester, maybe ever...who knows when I'll have computer access again?
It's also my last day at the library. I'll miss this job: I've had a great boss and so much time to goof off it's ridiculous.
Tomorrow I have three finals--Film Crit, Major American Authors, Logic. But then I'll have nothing else. Like, nothing. I can barely comprehend it.
I graduate Saturday, at 2:00. And then I'll start looking around for a full-time job here in Marshall. Steve can't be here yet, and that's okay--I just want something going on. And of course I'll have to be learning as well--I can't live without learning.
Gruber wanted me to come by his office to give me a graduation present. I didn't make it, but I saw him while I was working and he went to get it for me. The present was two books of poems by Laurie Wagner Buyer, a "cowboy poet" who came to our school last year. She's really good; here's an excerpt:
Praying for Rain
On the day of the first summer storm
I turn easily into your arms
as open and anxious as dry earth
waiting for the wet of lips and kiss.
I soak up your strength and scent,
swell with self satisfaction
sparkle like sun sports glinting
off the watery afternoon light.
Quiet and serene, you sit on the edge
of the bed to pull on dusty boots.
I lay spread over the colorful quilt
like butter melting on oven warm bread.
I sip your shy smile, drink in
the dripping eaves and cloud damp sky,
swallow the sweet sensation
of supplication and answered prayer.
Fortune
He gave her a part of herself
she never knew existed
until he held her in his eyes
and what reflected back
was bold and beautiful
a woman no one else could see.
And so she loved him in a quiet way
worshipping the words he spoke
honoring his hands
and the way they moved
like the warm Texas wind near her face
lifting a strand of honeyed hair
from her damp cheek.
Miles and the simple measures
of separate lives distanced them
for years at a time
but she never forgot
the fortune she found
every time she heard his voice
every time he whispered her name.
So, like I said, I don't think I'll be able to write for awhile. I'll try to sneak into the public library and use their comps over the summer, but I owe a serious fine there.
Wish me luck and happiness, and I wish all of you all the best.
Peace.
Much love,
***In A Dark Time***
It's also my last day at the library. I'll miss this job: I've had a great boss and so much time to goof off it's ridiculous.
Tomorrow I have three finals--Film Crit, Major American Authors, Logic. But then I'll have nothing else. Like, nothing. I can barely comprehend it.
I graduate Saturday, at 2:00. And then I'll start looking around for a full-time job here in Marshall. Steve can't be here yet, and that's okay--I just want something going on. And of course I'll have to be learning as well--I can't live without learning.
Gruber wanted me to come by his office to give me a graduation present. I didn't make it, but I saw him while I was working and he went to get it for me. The present was two books of poems by Laurie Wagner Buyer, a "cowboy poet" who came to our school last year. She's really good; here's an excerpt:
Praying for Rain
On the day of the first summer storm
I turn easily into your arms
as open and anxious as dry earth
waiting for the wet of lips and kiss.
I soak up your strength and scent,
swell with self satisfaction
sparkle like sun sports glinting
off the watery afternoon light.
Quiet and serene, you sit on the edge
of the bed to pull on dusty boots.
I lay spread over the colorful quilt
like butter melting on oven warm bread.
I sip your shy smile, drink in
the dripping eaves and cloud damp sky,
swallow the sweet sensation
of supplication and answered prayer.
Fortune
He gave her a part of herself
she never knew existed
until he held her in his eyes
and what reflected back
was bold and beautiful
a woman no one else could see.
And so she loved him in a quiet way
worshipping the words he spoke
honoring his hands
and the way they moved
like the warm Texas wind near her face
lifting a strand of honeyed hair
from her damp cheek.
Miles and the simple measures
of separate lives distanced them
for years at a time
but she never forgot
the fortune she found
every time she heard his voice
every time he whispered her name.
So, like I said, I don't think I'll be able to write for awhile. I'll try to sneak into the public library and use their comps over the summer, but I owe a serious fine there.
Wish me luck and happiness, and I wish all of you all the best.
Peace.
Much love,
***In A Dark Time***