Waiting. and feeling DONE with preparation but just still cooking stuff.
Waiting. I've turned on all the lights in the house and it's still dim. The porch light hardly makes a dent in the DARKNESS out There. Goats have tucked themselves in. It's Still. Oscillating fan ocillates.
I seem to have bought enough extra pillows for the world. They bring their pillows but for some reason i got xtra ones, the Dollar Store. 2 for $5. Why do i have so many Pillows?
I think about her driving. Driving. Driving. Straight through. She is Driving right now as i write this.
She. Her. Alyssia. Grand Daughter. The woman who bore her brother's child, that child. Her own son. The girl who needed a place. They accompany her as she drives. She called to say they were 5, maybe 6 hours away. She is coming Here, which for her means so many things. She's driving, straight through to get Here.
i click Kidjo. Adouma. i click again. In the dark, this.
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