me and my

I thought I had written this post before, this exact post, but I can’t find it anywhere. Or in any of the last week’s Morning Pages. I wonder if I dreamed writing it, but the visuals and their language are so real – so exact. The other day my brain shut down for a while. There may be stuff going on. Then again, it turns out, there I was some 13 hours ago, pen in hand, lop-sided recliner….remembering.

On one of my first mornings in Golden Hill – this would have been October of ’21 – I came upon a small, beat-up, blue table discarded out on the sidewalk, and carried it back to my room. On it since has been each morning’s coffee and a number of my most important books. Sunday, if the creek don’t rise, I’ll carry it into another room, 325 miles away. The plan to hold more coffee and the same books. The computer on which I type this now will be in a box in pieces.

I’m not sure when me and my blue table will be back.