Took me 4 tries this morning to get my coffee cup from the basement where I live to the upstairs kitchen where the coffee lives for my second cup.
Twice, I walked into the wrong room. The same wrong room. Twice. Both times remembering that the coffee cup is the the in the room TEN FEET AWAY.
Once, I walked into the right room, but didn't bring the right thing out. I mean it's an honest mistake, right, because MY BATH MAT LOOKS JUST LIKE MY COFFEE CUP.
"Goodnight" by David Ferry (via, from the book Of No Country I Know)
Lying in bed and waiting to find out
Whatever is going to happen: the window shade
Making its slightest sound as the night wind,
Outside, in the night, breathes quietly on it;
It is parental hovering over the infantile;
Something like that; it is like being a baby,
And over the sleep of the baby there is a father,
Or mother, breathing, hovering; the streetlight light
In the nighttime branches breathing quietly too;
Altering; realtering; it is the body breathing;
The crib of knowing: something about what the day
Will bring; and something about what the night will hold,
Safely, at least for the rest of the night, I pray.
[via Steve McCoy]