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Thoughts On Afternoon

19 Thursday Feb 2015

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I dislike the feel of afternoons. The times between 2 and 6 seem to be my witching hours. There is a lull in my thinking process, my creativity. It has been this way for as long as I can remember.

I love the morning, with the promise of a new day. The idea of possibilities. It is a blank page waiting to be written on. The quiet I am afforded while the rest of the house has not yet woken, is vital to my own waking process, so is the very strong coffee I love so much.

Night is also filled with moments that I can claim as my own. I love the anonymity the cover of darkness provides. I especially need those past midnight moments to perceive, to think clearly and articulate. There are no interruptions as the rest of the world (as I perceive it) sleeps. I can work, I can daydream, write, create- all without the pesky interruptions of normal everyday life and day to day chores and obligations.

Don’t get me wrong. I love my days. I appreciate all I have in the way of family and friends. I am fortunate. But I am me. I am not Kelly Lee Casey. I am the other name that has a job and real world responsibilities.

I lead a double life. I am. I am. I AM.  And then I AM also my Penn name that writes. Two halves of a whole. That is probably why I hate afternoons so much. It is the in-between, a way station. It is neither ripe with promise nor a time to reflect on what has past.  These are middle hours and to be honest, I just want to take a nap. It is 2:30 in the afternoon as I write this. It is a rarity for me to do so at this time of day, but I just drank a Caramel Mocha Grande from Starbucks and I was suddenly ready to go. Thank God for caffeine.

A poem from Laina to Ben…

17 Tuesday Feb 2015

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This is a poem that didn’t make it into my book, Laina wrote it for Ben…
Low, ambling light bending to the ground
Early in a season finishing gold
I’m waiting for sense, but not the spoken
Stubborn silence; breathing; considering
On a morning that is showing herself
To be a much heavier thought than us
Lazily seductive and in need
More than he had first led me to believe
Jaw clenched after the shock of nothing new
Gives way to longer memories on hold
Fade to vague connections, too soft to grasp
Quietly settled in…for the moment

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