Oceans
I have a feeling that my boat
has struck, down there in the depths,
against a great thing.
And nothing
happens! Nothing...Silence...Waves...
--Nothing happens? Or has everything happened,
and are we standing now, quietly, in the new life?
Juan Ramon Jimenez
Could I have said it better? Absolutely no.
So he talked for me. That's what the great poets are for.
The time: late evening.
The setting; my bedroom, where my computer is.
The weather outside: cloudy but surprisingly warm.
The mood: restless, out of focus, tired, demotivated. Lonely. Mostly... lonely.
The solution: pretending you will read and care.



