It's all about perspective, you know? Three months will be gone before we know it. And I still can't quite grasp the idea of taking Nova back to the hospital for the surgery. I mean, March is what, tomorrow, right?
So I wrote a poem the other night - in the dark, in the truck, on the way to the hospital, without the benefit of pen and paper. Something about the moon - it's always something about the moon. I feel like my poetry has become so redundant. Time for a new theme I guess. It's just that the moon has always been such an integral part of me for so long. I remember being a kid, elementary school aged, and even then feeling something almost spiritual about the moon. I feel kind of hokey to say that, but it's true anyway.
Someone told me once that being a Cancer had something to do with it, that Cancers are sensitive to the moon's movements or some such thing. I don't know about that - but I do know that the full moon is a symbol of fertility, which is pretty damn fitting eh?
I have so much on my mind lately, and so little time or energy to get it all out. I spend an hour and 20 minutes a day in my bathroom with the moo machine... 8 times a day, 10 minutes per trip, and that's what time I have to myself really - that's what time I have to compose my thoughts and my blog entries, most of which never make it here. I suppose I could take the laptop in there with me. . . LOL, my own private office. Hell by the time I got it set up, loaded up and logged on, I'd be done with my 10 minute bathroom visit.
So, this is supposed to be a poetry blog. I wonder where the poetry went? It's turned into quite the mom-blog eh? It wouldn't matter anyway though, even if I were writing poetry, it would most likely be about, or inspired by, Nova anyway. I think I'll go see if I can re-write that poem I was writing the other night.