tangled up in bureaucracy

It has been a long morning (into the afternoon now). The telephone work of the day revolved around unemployment madness. I am tangled in multi-state issues: passed around passed around, seeking new folks that might be of help, speaking with a number of different people in different offices and a couple of states, finding myself on hold for nearly ever tormented by mediocre mid-eighties pop. Just a while ago I was thinking how lovely it looks outside, even through a dingy basement window, and trying to plot my escape. I think it is as worked out as I can make it now I get to "wait and see".

At least I can escape into the day at last!

flashback

Rolled up jeans, cuffed light against dark, and bare feet with dirty toes.
The earth is soft and wet pressed under my soles; pine needles the nearly same shade as the bark of the trees. Its raining just a bit still and my nose is cold.
For just a moment I am five again and the mountains are my home.
I listen to the birds calling.

Spring Egg

http://blog.bedlamfarm.com/index.cfm/2009/4/28/Daily-Egg-in-Phlox

roadkill

A dead crow was there on our street, in front of the house next door. It had been picked over a bit already when I found it. I was heading out to the hills for the day and told myself, "..if he is still there when I come home, I'll take care of him". That afternoon I didn't see the corpse and thought someone else had done what needed to be done.

Next day, in the rain, there is a set of splayed wings and very little else somehow back in the road. I wrapped him in newspaper and a bag and put his body in the trash. What else was I to do for him? I stood, just a bit, watching the western sky. Squinting my eyes I pictured his flight away; he was laughing that I had bothered with his leftover meat.