Job Offered, Job Taken

I recieved a job offer last Friday. I accepted to it today. After four weeks, I glad to be getting back to work finally. This job will afford me some new skills and work with a new group of folks. I found myself without work just before the planning stages for my next European vacation and looks like I'll have to push that off for some time now. Too bad - I was very much looking forward to getting away for a while.

I'd like the thank middle and upper management at (you'll have to fill in the company name - I'm under contract not to mention them by name) for the may interesting decisions that lead to my new job.

Now maybe I can sleep...

Poem: Music

She sings to me.
Lite and bouncy
or sullen and moody.
I am happy to hear her in my ears.

He just screams or speaks at me.
Anger, fear or love,
Urgency in every syllable,
I am happy to hear him in my ears.

They create dimensions in sound for me.
I see the ribbons of interlacing vibrations,
Twisting in a dance of motion and sound.
I am happy to hear them in my ears.

Poem: Sometimes

Sometimes I want to cry, to weep.
It comes when I am quiet and alone, not in turmoil.
I remember those I loved and those who choose not to stay.
I remember those that loved me and I could not choose to stay.
I remember those I loved and I destroyed the possibilities by mis-step or ignorance.
I remember those I loves that didn't get the chance to be.
And I remember who I thought I wanted to be.

But I don't cry any more.
Scarcely a tear.
Denial or acceptance, I don't know which.
And then the feeling passes,
Filled in with the “now of things”.
The past returns to a place beyond consideration
And I return to being who am I.

Poem: A Shudder of Shadows

In my youth, in my lucid dreams of self,
I was a piercing white light,
Scarcely outlined in human form.
In this way I overcame the anger and the fear.

I have traveled into dark gray shadow,
The soul faintly lite by the echoes of myself.
I have traveled darkly
And then returned to shades of gray.

I am a shudder of shadows now,
The piercing white light flares over the dim gray,
A remembrance of unworkable absolutes,
A recognition of the realities and reconciliations
And, thus far, the eternal transitions between.

Being home has been kind of nice

Not having a job for a few weeks has offered me a few unique opportunities. In addition to taking my Fridays off, I got to actually "live in my house" for the first time since I moved in two and half years ago. The American Life and it's "required" 40 to 90 hour work week often turns a house into a place to collect stuff and sleep, at least for some of we single people. Being home for three and a half weeks, I've eaten at home, slept in (but only occasionally), cleaned house repeatedly, did laundry repeatedly. Despite the angry, frustration and worry over finding another job and occasional cabin-fever, being home has been kind of nice.