3845. OBLIVION CALLS

OBLIVION CALLS

I am spending most of my time

and space alone : next to you but

alone. Yes, there is milk on the table

as there are cheeses in the refrigerator

and meat on the stove. That is not the

problem. It is more like Oblivion, calling.

The semblance of world outside  -  the 

red-tailed hawk watching, the cowbirds

you've found, they almost all amount to

nothing. Willard has planted his 15 acres

of corn, now stunted already, and dry. In

June, at least, thankfully, we did get the

hay cut and in - bales of baleful labor, that.

Now, I court the spark of waiting  -  to just 

hope that something will happen. I am spending

most of my time and space alone, and just

not enjoying sitting home. I really want 

to flee, and Oblivion is calling me.