Coffee and a bagel with chive cream cheese
while reading a book that dragged through
a litany of family losses until I put it down
and talked to a neighbor about the Red Sox
Dropped my car off at my local mechanic's house
where he moonlights on weekends
A long walk past people wearing shirtsleeves
anxious to get on with spring. My long sleeve shirt sticks
and reminds me that it gets warmer with each passing hour.
The Red Sox game begins and I am hopeful.
Walked to the library and borrowed two more books.
One a mystery and the other a non- fiction account of two
I try to make sense of that strip of land.
Picked up my car.
The timing is off. That explains it all.
Their bat speeds can't catch up.
Their pitches are out of synch.
Perhaps we can go back in time,
erase what doesn't work, didn't work.
No mystery, no divided land.
Linda Watskin 2011
Day 9 Poetic Asides prompt