loose threads

October is over and November is here. The world is painful and heavy, I feel overextended and weary. I got my first Covid infection the first week of October, and even though I physically feel much better, I am still dealing with a lot of brain fog. It mostly comes on in the evenings now but there are moments when it creeps in during the day, stealing entire thoughts from my mind as though I didn’t even have them. It has made writing difficult and frustrating; my doctor said it should ease up about a month post-negative test, so fingers crossed that I’m one of the lucky ones.

Also, there were eclipses. Two of them! Is everyone okay out there? I am just now recovering from all the shake-ups that happened in October!

I did post my sonnet but didn’t make much of a fuss about it (Covid). I’ve bounced around about what to do this month and finally landed on writing one or two lines a day so I have a chaotic mess of a month in verse at the end. How will it go? I have no idea but we will find out together!

In the meantime, here’s a little something to tide you over 🙂

What is your favorite word?
I like ruminate
It has curvy bits
and little nooks in which to hide.
It means 
“to go over in the mind repeatedly and often casually or slowly”
I would like to ruminate
on the way sleep rests on your face,
your alabaster fingers and
the crook of your elbow,
how your voice breaks
and the way you still tip your head to the side,
eyebrows raised,
a question in your eyes 

-rjm