What You Might Want To Do Tomorrow

Every morning I have a little debate with myself. The walk to work is long enough to make eeven a light bag seem heavy, so I look in the purse and I ask myself what can be removed to make things a little easier that day. The umbrella always makes the cut on days when it isn't actually raining. When it is raining, the little umbrella is removed from the bag and one of the big umbrellas is carried. There are several, one black with colored rings on it, one clear. The small umbrella that fits in the bag in fair weather is also black, but with the blue sky lining of the NY MoMA umbrellas. Because it came, of course, from NY MoMA, an excellent place to get an umbrella. With all this walking, I will no doubt be buying more umbrellas. I am like that, you know.

But the item that is the subject of the most debate (me vs. me) is the camera. I walk the same way every day, and I will walk that way every day for a long time to come, so I think "Well, there probably isn't anything new to take a picture of, and if there is, I can always take it next time," but of course you know how this goes, every time I leave the camera home, I regret it.

I took it this morning, and maybe that's why these poetry stones jumped out at me. I'm not sure how long they've been there, though from the looks of the plantings around them, not long. I love them. Just the fact of them, not necessarily the poems themselves, but that they are there, big pieces of rock with lots of poem fragments on them. There's a whole little cluster of them.

And they are appropriate for today, since I'm thinking about poetry, and tomorrow is the long-awaited Cheap Wine and Poetry night, 7:00 at Richard Hugo House. Come join us! I'm looking forward to seeing Brian read, and being at the House for the second night this week. That's how it's going these days, two nights a week at Hugo House. Just don't ask me how the actual writing is going. I think this is my time to read.