By Yone Noguchi
At night the Universe grows lean, sober-
faced, of intoxication,
The shadow of the half-sphere curtains
down closely against my world, like a
doorless cage, and the stillness chained by
wrinkled darkness strains throughout the Uni-
verse to be free.
Listen, frogs in the pond, (the world is a pond itself)
cry out for the light, for the truth!
The curtains rattle ghostlily along, bloodily biting
my soul, the winds knocking on my cabin door
with their shadowy hands.
was a beautiful, beautiful day with temperatures in the 60s, clear
skies, cool breezes...and repeated National Weather Service warnings
that we are going to have snow in two days on St. Patrick's Day. No
amount of DO NOT WANT has made these reports stop. So we decided we had
better enjoy the day. After taking Adam to the bank, to CVS, and home so
he could bike to track practice which lasted until 2 p.m., we went to
Frying Pan Farm Park, whose web site said that they had lambs and
piglets and calves...which they did, as well as the usual goats, horses,
bunnies, peacocks, and various other fowl and interloper geese:
thought about going to Reston's St. Patrick's Day festivities, but
younger son needed to walk the neighbor's new dog and also needed new
shoes since his were falling apart in the mud as we walked, so we went
to the mall to get him Vans. Then we came home, had Italian food for
dinner for the Ides of March, and watched The Amazing
Spider-Man since it's finally on Starz and none of us had seen
it (I got Cheryl to watch long-distance with me so we could laugh at
Rhys Ifans together). Daniel convinced us to watch
Chopped, which I had never seen, and though reality
TV format does nothing for me, now I want caramelized ginger.