Here, in this not-my-neighborhood,
My new not-neighbors live;
I'd bring them a fresh-baked pumpkin pie
If I had one to give --
They're rather uninteresting, these folks;
In fact, they rather bore me;
For just because we live far away
They've chosen to ignore me!
But, I'll show them: I'm going to leave,
And wave "bye" with this poem --
For here in this not-my-neighborhood
I just don't feel
At home
I haven’t been writing much this year, and it’s left me feeling rather off-kilter. Between my wife’s three surgeries and the new job at work, life has been pretty much just work-family-sleep-work-family-sleep, for days on end… with a fair amount of eating thrown in. And a lot of caffeine.
I’m looking forward to reading and writing again for Nano Poblano, and I’m hoping to feel a little less off-balance by the time the month winds down. Or maybe just a more familiar and comfortable form of off-balanced.