Erin is stressed. Why don't all these worries just go away when you go overseas??

Sigh.

I have, however, written some bit of poetry, which is something I haven't done in a while. I am amused by it. What do you think? (eep, I just realized that my formatting didn't show up how I intended on the web page. Alas. well, there will be something to look forward to in person, then.)

of stone

where do these stone streets go
when the wind screams and the icy
pricks of rain strike deep down
see each stone comes from somewhere
now plunged together as it were
what fanciful designer declared
where each one goes
so now they're stuck with back or stomach
facing wind and rain
today like before and evermore ...

***

no no no, signor!
not like me
I've been here before and left and returned
walking on top of these stones
you wouldn't, would you
see when I lift my pale face to the sun
feeling it in all the way
this is the way
through
and up up up
where I've managed to glean
some inspiration
from this world
as it exists
today like before