I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Friday, 13 July 2007
Waiting, at the hospital pharmacy, I read the walls.
there you go again, finding treasures in the most unexpected of places !
ReplyDeletea moment of serendipity .....
a different way to perceive dream edges, i think.