Friday, March 11, 2011

True Story

Last summer, I was at a bar by myself, just listening to people talk. The bartender was talking to one of her regulars. This is what they said:

Bartender: "I think I'm depressed."

Regular: "What makes you think that?"

Bartender: "I feel really tired all the time, and unhappy."

Regular: [takes a sip of her gin and tonic] "You should just drink more." [laughs]

Bartender: "If I drink any more, I'll die."

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

don't drip over children

feet get wet
over plates of sandals.
fresh worms, earlobes,
french bread under sweaty palms.

mind over time

Today, it rained all day. While I was walking with my umbrella, I wondered how long it would take to get to a dry place. It depended, I decided, on whether I was making good time. This phrase stayed on my mind for several minutes. Am I making good time? Am I making time at all? Yes. I am making time, and I hope very much that I am making good time.