Although teaching her to use the camera took up the whole day today.
But I figured I can't keep Friday's blog up forever and I need to reset the header photo before I drown. So what will I blog? I don't know. So I've been reading everyone else's blog. And then a line from Michelle's blog reminded me of an old poem.
Of course, after I read it again, I'm not sure that (1) it really had anything to do with Michelle's blog or (2) I even like the poem anymore.
But in order to keep things moving along, I'll copy it below.
And, at least I have Friday's Shootout already done...well, almost. Sally is still writing her commentary.
I’d never tasted fresher air
than in the freefall
diving through clouds before
the chute opened
and glad of it
the chords jolted my shoulders,
snapped my neck
but brought me down
a marionette with wooden feet
clopping on a stage
arms spiraling outward jerking
that cerebral palsy puppet dance
‘til frozen in a web,
adhesion of silken threads
the female spider wove,
remembering the clouds
and wondering why I ever thought
I wanted a parachute
in the first place.