It’s a long road winding under the stars type of a Saturday night. I have a glass of Malbec and am listening to slow, wistful, and seductive tunes on the stereo. The playlist is called Stay All Night after a Junior Kimbrough song. When it gets a darker, I’ll turn the lights down and hit repeat. It’s been cool, gray, and rainy for most of the day. I had planned to do work around the house, but have instead settled into whatever this is that I’ve settled into.
I spend a lot of my Saturdays this way. Reading poetry, maybe writing a little, listening to evocative music. Almost all of the reading I’ve done today has been familiar – a few things I’ve written, and a bunch of screenshots of poems and phrases I’ve come across on Twitter. The themes are familiar too: absence, impermanence, small moments of incredible fullness. I begin to wonder why these things speak to me. I begin to wonder if these sentiments speak to everyone in similar ways? Even the poems that seem to hit the hardest, have a type of joy to them. And so… another phone dump.
