When I received the text that the transformer at the high school had exploded, it confirmed my belief that today will have to be a day to retreat.
My early morning study group hates the book and my coffee was cold by the time I took my first sip. Plans today required the use of technology which is impossible because, well, the transformer blew up.
Then, I discovered an old notebook with the starts and stops of heartache and couldn’t figure out where to tuck it away so that I will forget that it exists.
Stories came at me from New Zealand before the sun even rose and I am still unable to catch my breath.
I want to be able to bring together all of these disparate thoughts, but I am listening to my children playing in the surprising March sunshine (it is Upstate New York, after all) and I am readying myself for a weekend of push and pull, and I can’t, for the life of me, remember the lines of the poem I read just before I saw the NYTimes headlines.
amyilene 
I wanted to write about this, too, but I couldn’t find the words. Beautiful post. I love this line of poetry:
“Then, I discovered an old notebook with the starts and stops of heartache and couldn’t figure out where to tuck it away so that I will forget that it exists.”
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It seems so dissonant when something so horrible happens somewhere in the world, while it is a beautiful sunny day in our own world. Your last line “and I can’t, for the life of me, remember the lines of the poem I read just before I saw the NYTimes headlines” really resonates with me.
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Your last paragraph is just breathtaking! It sounds like such a challenging day. I hope the weekend give you some moments of rejeuvenation.
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You’ve put into words the confusion and sadness so many of us feel. Thank you!
And I want to know what was the book your early morning study group hated.
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We’re only into the 2nd chapter, but so far we are unimpressed with Sarah Beck’s “Think Aloud Approach to Writing Assessment”
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Thank you for this post – I love your last line. It sums everything up just about perfectly.
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