Luftmensch
if he
had two cents to rub together
he wouldn’t know what to do
but ask him about his long
list
of embellished yearnings and
witness his empty head rise up
and through the billowy clouds
the songs he could sing
***
I thought about this word my whole morning commute. I noted it some time
ago and happened upon it while packing things in my work bag. It was scratched
on a wrinkled piece of paper. If it’d been left unattended at the bottom of my
things, it may not have survived much longer in a receipt purge. I’m grateful
to have found it. I’m grateful it helped me deliver this small verse. It felt
good to put words together after attending two funerals in the span of a week.
Being able to create something, even as miniscule as the above poem, did my
heart good.
To increase my spirit, which has been lacking a great deal for some time
it seems, I have set out on a new, slightly humorous piece of short fiction. I’m
confident this little adventure will add levity to my days. It’s all scribble
and notes for the moment but I shall endeavor to mold it into an enjoyable (I
hope) read/escape. I may call on a few of you for select details!
Happy Monday.
In propinquity,
Nic
