What am I going to write about on this stupid blog today?
How about a poem? **
Painting Daniel's Room
We got out the brushes and rollers and patching plaster,
the sandpaper and wallpaper stripper,
the vacuum cleaner.
We removed the window blinds and measured the windows.
I look outside. It is lovely. A late summer gem of a day. The world
seems to have slowed down, inviting us to do the same.
I don't know why we are in such a hurry to paint Daniel's room.
It will still be Daniel's room. It will always be Daniel's room.
** As Brautigan said. "I don't care, any poem. This poem."