A Quick Read Before You Light Candles and Stuff Your Face!

The problem with having a blog is that there are entirely too many things to blog about. Especially this week, what with Chanukah, Thanksgiving, Thanksgivingnuka (and all the actual mash up names that I don't care to google), my wife's birthday yesterday, not to mention this one died, this one had a baby, Sriracha factory gets shut down but Iran can keep making nuclear weapons… it's all too much for me right now. So instead I’ll make it easier on myself (and you, too, perhaps) by sharing a poem that I wrote the other night. It may or may not have something to do with how I'm feeling, or blogs, or life in general, or nothing at all…

Poem From the Other Night

I'm pretty sure 

that by the time

I finish this 

sentence, there

will be a

catastrophic earthquake 

and everything 

that can topple 

in my apartment 

will do just that

and everything 

breakable 

will surely shatter; 

whatever can be saved

shall be considered gained,

every book and knickknack

will flee from its shelf,

every cabinet 

will betray its contents 

like all too eager 

floodgates offering

my wares to the 

world, saying, "Here! this

is what he has to offer!

all that was once kept safe

inside is now scattered about

for you to do with what 

you will, nothing 

has been spared,

everything has been set free,

ready to be sifted through,

trashed or possibly cherished,

so thank you, world, for always 

shaking things up

when we need it most

and expect it least,

but please, spare

us from the flood

that is sure to follow.”

Thanks for coming back, folks! Until next week’s postella, please remember to drive - and chew - carefully over the holiday. Happy Thanksgivukkah! (yes, I caved)