For me, there are some seriously rotten things happening now, and some genuinely hopeful things as well — both in far more extreme degree than in a long time — and I can’t really talk about either of them except in the tiniest of metonymies.
Full moon, shining bright and pale across the ice. Tink and Zeugma, prospective mousers, spending the night away from home, and this cold house wind-rattled and empty except for me.
I feel, in Strand’s words,
Moonhandled
And weird. The shivers
Wash over
Me, shaking my bones, my loose ends
Loosen,
And I lie sleeping with one eye open,
Hoping
but that’s where I have to cut the quotation. I know what I hope, and it’s not for nothing.
Elliptical
As always, I wish you the best in everything.
Take care of yourself, Mike.
Hoping alongside you.
Wishing you much more of the hopeful things and much less of the rotten ones.
All the best, Mike.
I’m several months late to this, but I still wish you health and happiness.