Sunday, March 18, 2007
i think my desk is beginning to resemble my life.
stacks of files, papers, books strewn over the top.
in somewhat straggly neatish piles;
perhaps more or less orderly and tidy on the outside
but all mismatched and cluttered within.
scribbled reminders on yellow post-its,
some fragments of half-sieved thoughts.
the ink already ran on some,
others littered with question marks?
and self-satisfied ticks
but the list neverending,
never complete -
news articles, not-so-new;
printouts of essays long backdated
and cards, letters all written, just not given.
amidst this mess,
my dependable plastic cup stands high and mighty,
a lone/ alone
citadel.
Pray, but it holds
only one last pathetic drop of water.
un moment à se rappeler
. a moment to remember.
