I had a feeling: Nothing was supposed
to happen today. And if it did, I would
be of a mind to ignore it. I’d go with
my gut on this one.
No appointments, no phone calls, no
one at the door, even the muse would
ignore me. The music, my writing,
nothing to interfere, just a modicum
of relief from the everyday for me so
to speak, like being left alone blissfully
sailing the emptiness of space between
here and Mars.
We’re advised in life to make every
minute count. Today is one of those
throw-away days which counts for
nothing. Who but I am keeping track,
anyway?
A clap of distant thunder outside,
and the dog barks. I tell her, hush girl,
it was nothing really. When you have
a dog, you can hope, but can’t pretend
some days nothing matters.
And besides, what the hell, we sure
could use the rain. The next thing you
know, thoughts come and the muse
has to pervade. And here we are again.
-30-
Chris Hanch 6-20-2021
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