Day 41:
I spent today driving and bumming wifi from an IHOP parking lot so I could watch General Conference. I did find a friend near Oklahoma City willing to take me in for a couple hours for the second session, though. Much thanks. I have been consistently blown away at the hospitality of people that I barely know. It is really great.
I then started toward Amarillo, Texas. I did so with a heavy heart. Why? I'm not going to tell you. It's my prerogative as the arbiter of this project to tell you I'm heavy but not let on as to why. Suffice it to say I have been obliged to revisit a lot of my earlier writings. I've written a lot of poems, more than I remember writing. In lack of a detailed entry today, I'll share one of my favorites with you at the end of this post.
When I started writing this post I started giving my thoughts on Conference, but it turned into a Sacrament talk. I want to share it but I need to review it with fresh eyes before I post it, and maybe have someone else look at it as well.
I'm too tired to elaborate upon my day any more. Goodnight.
The Melancholic Meteorite
In an instant my soul would just fly
Toward that sparkling ocean there,
But the tears of which I’ve yet to cry
Weigh me down and keep me here.
There be those of whom I love
But there’s no verse to reconcile,
And it seems that rhyme is not enough
For all the pain to be worthwhile.
But how could I just be so crass?
I’ve studied it as I’ve knelt
Found I, that an atomic mass
Can’t quantify the things I felt!
Which means of course only one thing,
It’s not, I’m alive and things are dead,
But rather, I along with my dreams
Are real more than just in my head.
In honesty the truth is this,
I feel melancholic as a rock
That sits in dirt with just one wish,
That it’d be bold enough to talk
And share with others what it’s seen
Throughout the ages, all the same
In the dirt as that ocean gleans
O’er its head and from whence it came.
Caterpillar punk.