MAKE THE BLIND BUBBLE
Awake until the ending, making one probably
bleary-eyed, walking stiff-necked straight : not
a one of these things make for positive outlooks.
You are what you feel : How then do you feel?
If you don't need a weatherman to know which
way the wind blows, then you don't need a doctor
to tell you what ails. Just over there, another one
of a million - those brides with their prized yoga
mats and spandex pants. One rolled too tight, and
the other just right. 'Wait until the sun sets, Nellie.'
I'm impatient when the wild wind blows : the trees
bend a pirouette, or a mad-ballet move by some
Stravinsky on edge. Leave it at that, and just now
walk away. There so little to tell in the telling.