Friday, May 18, 2007

Jet Lag

It's the first time I've had such awful Jet Lag. I sat down to knit a little last evening and before I knew it , the clock read 3:25. AM! Work today was a little challenging with a fuzz-brain. So no stories of the Great Pacific Northwest yet. I'll leave you with a special treat, a poem for Daphne, who I sadly, missed seeing , but who reminded me of this gem:

maggie & millie & molly & may
. . . e. e. cummings

maggie and millie and molly and may
went down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sang
so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

millie befriended a stranded star
who's rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thing
which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

may came home with a smooth round stone
as small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)
it's always ourselves we find in the sea.


magnusmog said...

that's a wonderful poem - I'm dogsitting a nervous Doberman cross called Molly and she is terrified of the sea!

jungle dream pagoda said...

1st.I absolutely love that poem,and
2nd,You always take such great pictures!!!

Daphne said...

Thank you. Last night I decided I was a little like William Carlos Williams' wheel barrow. Yes, I was feeling very mopey.

The picture you have is perfect. I always imaging Maggie and Millie and Molly and May's sea as being wide and flat (perhaps with cliffs behind)--a bit more like the Oregon coastline in a place we used to go as a family when I was younger.

Hope your jetlag has decamped.