Hmmm...can't think of a good title

Well, I'm in a quandry (whatever a quandry is) because I had lots of time today to work on my blog but had so much fun with the Friday shootout that I wanted to do next Friday's shoot out more than a weekend post. The theme, incidentally, is "Random"...which really threw me until I gave up and decided to let Sally, my cocker spaniel handle the whole thing. So next Friday, she is going to be the guest photographer on the Friday Shoot-out and I'm out of it completely.

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.

Strings Attached

I’d never tasted fresher air
than in the freefall
diving through clouds before
the chute opened
and glad of it
when
the chords jolted my shoulders,
snapped my neck
but brought me down
dangling
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,
hung motionless
remembering the clouds
and wondering why I ever thought
I wanted a parachute
in the first place.