Getting A Room

There will be no brilliant post on this day. No verbose exposition of thought and experience. No, tonight I'm taking a necessary break from my love affair with this blog and spending needed time in my 20-year love affair. Away from the laptop and the study. Away from the dog and cat. Away from the garden and yard. Away from all three children. Away from you, dear readers . . . ciao for now.

I leave you with a poem previously written:

Sea foam

green pearls bubbling

to champagne tickles

along my toes.

I am pleasured

by the laughter

of this

sea foam green

delight.

My string of

pearls five digits

deep.

Mine to keep

in a minute

space of sandy

time.

All at once

my strand is lost –

stolen back

by the prince

of tides.

I am not displeased.

The sea is happy

To be generous

with its

queenly gifts.

Soon my toes

will again be

crowned.

-gsv

June 2003

*(on the way to the beach)