I felt very still and empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel,
moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo. – Sylvia Plath
MORNING
I look and I look
Nary a dolphin in sight.
Going sun blind here.
AFTERNOON
Drinking chardonnay.
Listening to “Funky Town.”
Already nap time.
EVENING
Monday night football.
Anything but politics.
I wonder who won.