Lately on the shuttle ride home from work, I've had little poetic inspirations. Commute time to me is usually down time, and a time to try to neatly fold and put away the miscellaneous pieces of my day. I figured out a long time ago as a stressed-out new nurse that if I didn't do this, inevitably I would wake up in the night worried about a medication I'd given but not charted, or a lab value I forgot to check. Andrew has patiently listened to me babble on about certain situations I just need to get out of my head.
Sometimes when I resort to scribblings they are just personal catharsis, other times more light-hearted.
This is the one from today....
enthusiastic but discombobulated
(all floppy, fuzzy ears and unruly legs)
black wet nose searches amongst
that unrecognizable shred of garbage
for the perfect location
the perplexed companion
thoroughly wrapped in raiments
of rain-proof yellow
cowers in the downpour
and exasperated, yells...
Just pee already!"
Of course, this has no relationship whatsoever to my own...personal, ah...dog-owning experience. Nope.
Not at all.