i love this poem.*

And i started reading a new series of BDSM books last night – The Dominants of Genesis.  i’m not quite through the first one yet (true confession, i read it for the plot and the D/s, and sort of skim the sex stuff – i know, crazy.)  But so far, i’m liking it a lot.

i think “i imagine” might be my book.  If i write enough, and edit it well, it could be.  i could self-publish it – not on Blushing Books, because they don’t accept first person, present tense stories, but that’s not the only venue.  That would be kinda cool.

Off to do my early morning thing… later.

*I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.