We’ve come to a quiet place
beyond the squalls and storms
where nerves frayed
we tore each other’s hearts
a quiet place
to berth our frail vessels
a good place to stay
- photo courtesy of Wikimedia Commons
I leave my charger at home.
I’m gone for three days out in the country.
It’s not as bad as leaving your defibrillator at home
[ if you had one ] or your meds
But it’s up there.
No other charger fits.
My iPhone is having a meltdown.
What am I going to do? It says.
Chill, I say, chill.
You’ll make it. Just.
More importantly, what are YOU going to do? It says.
True, I say, true. Use you less?
We’ll pretend we don’t know each other
for three days.
Deal? I say.
Deal, my iPhone says.
We shake hands.
It’s all cool.
I’ve come to mistrust the little guy who lives inside my head. He used to be such a nice guy but over the years he’s become a little loopy, his thinking transgressive. Now I hardly know him. He’s a loose cannon, an IED waiting to be stepped on. Look, I say, let’s be reasonable. You can’t say that! And you definitely can’t do that! You want to end up in prison with me? Sometimes I give him drugs to quieten him, talk him down, try to get him to see reason. I love the little guy. I just wish he was more like me.
do you find yourself warring with yourself sometimes? how do you resolve differences? is there such a thing as a fully unified being?
She calls from one of the Northern beaches.
“We were going mad, “ she says. “We had to get out the house, You know what it’s like. You start twiddling your thumbs, staring at the wall…”
“Or even climbing it,” I add.
“Yeh, like a spider,” she says.
“Or even the ceiling.”
“Things look better from up there,” I say.
“You okay, granddad?”
“Yeh, I’m okay. You kids have a good time, Thanks for calling.”
And I crawl a little further along the ceiling. A fat, juicy fly has landed nearby. With one bound ,,,,