i may have looked (been?) crazy with a flashlight and a towel (to ward off spiders and their webs) searching underneath the house tonight. no raccoon hunt. the board. she was dusty in her bag so i hosed her off and brought her inside. austin says, it's still august? okay we'll go before the end of september. so we will. he and i found her, i bought her somewhere between san simeon and huntington and the man there eyed us suspiciously and asked if we were engaged so for some reason we lied and said yes and laughed about that. and here is an excerpt of something i wrote that summer, about surfing and loving. it was 2001. i was young(er).
ii.
i compose songs
paint pictures
name children
write poetry-
all in my head
and heart and
hope the carbon
copies are sufficient
when the time comes
i consume myself
with plans for the
future, i practice
the balancing i will
need to do, standing
on your shoulders
in the water feel
the weight of wasted
time, or time
missed out
on.
ii.
i compose songs
paint pictures
name children
write poetry-
all in my head
and heart and
hope the carbon
copies are sufficient
when the time comes
i consume myself
with plans for the
future, i practice
the balancing i will
need to do, standing
on your shoulders
in the water feel
the weight of wasted
time, or time
missed out
on.