Tessa, What’s It All About?

Some days are out of focus. Like today.
I’d been some place else then came back.
Where, you asked? Well, it’s like, abstract.
I’d been distracted that’s all, smiling
as if at some esoteric knowledge that
was at the back of mind. I had been,
you know, mind-blown.

Then when I laid back, I thought about
sleeping a lot, when my mother had wiped
my forehead, glistening brow, and how
I could not open my eyes. Maybe a fortune-teller
could’ve foretold what had come to pass
had passed. I’d passed it all, sailing
through blood, sweat and tears.

Prompt: Hope things have been pretty placid for you. If you have passed through a storm you’d know what placid means. There’s the noise of children playing just outside my window. White noise. I had just heard news that someone’s dog, a 9 year old German Shepherd, had died. Was fine yesterday. Laid down in its usual spot. But this morning died. Perhaps a heart attack. It drove its owner, apocalypse-like, to tears. For someone like me, nothing unusual like that happened today. I don’t have a dog. Not now. But I know that when mine died, no other dog will take its place. I guess life is personal like that. Some woman drove her car to a ditch. A man, a stranger, came to help her out. They became lovers. You know, things happen and it’s all personal. Everyone’s life is different. Now that I’d led you on, on some kind of mind trip maybe, write about whatever personal thing that was for you. Think back.


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