Shorter Than a Blink
Infinitesimally small
It encompasses all that is, was, will ever be
Everything and nothing at all
And yet ever outside the scope of my imagination
The closest capable realm to its conception
There is perhaps still an infinite sea
More of these
If only for a moment,
A glimpse, I quixotically venture out
Trying to conceive of that kind of vastness
And as soon as the moment comes it passes
Shorter than a blink
A knowledge only God could know
A dream I try to dream
But always eludes me
Shorter Than A Blink
October 1, 2007 at 3:01 am (oh Chelly!)
Tags: everything, God, imagination, poetry
The Lunch That Never Was
March 1, 2005 at 8:44 am (Uncategorized)
Tags: blogging, funny, imagination, litterbox confessional, relationships, story
Here I am at work, mindin’ my own business, bullshittin’ on myspace.com and faking the funk like I have a job too important to pay attention to anyone else when it happened.
A dark figure moves past my desk and out of my sight too soon for me to catch the face. But my stomach just sank. It couldn’t have been for no reason. Whatever. Just go back to what you were doing. The chinese lunch special will be here any minute and you haven’t eaten all day. Maybe your just hungry.
A minute later in comes the nice old chinese guy who always makes the deliveries rain or shine (and its actually snowing pretty hard out there right now) with my lunch. I pay him, get up and stretch before heading to the lounge. As I pass a large desk with mailboxes before hanging a right to the hole-in-the-wall they’ve designated as our rest spot, I just notice that Mr. Tall and Dark was standing there. Apparently I didn’t see him walk past my desk the second time.
*uGHH! There it goes again.
In my head I’m telling myself….relax! shit! Lunch is here already! WTF is wrong with my stomach?
I reach the lounge door and stop cold. I hear the voice now and something in about it registered in me. *put your lunch down and go wash your hands. The bathroom door is right infront of the mail boxes.
Good idea. So its “about-face” and off to the bathroom I go. He’s gone. I’m not giving up. I decided to stop by my desk one more time. I….forgot….MY PEN! Yeah. Thats it. (not that I need a pen to eat chicken and broccoli but whatever) I reach for the pen and there he pops up… having recognized ME FIRST!
Mr. Tall, Dark (and now, handsome): Hey! I remember you.
Michi (lying cause he now looks familiar): Excuse me?
Mr. TDH: We worked together at the Gap like 5 years ago. We were both seasonals. You used to like that kid…whats his face?
Michi: Oh yeahhhhhh! What guy? (I was lying about that too) Wait, you mean Roland? (see?)Mr. TDH: Yeahhhh, Roland. By the way, just in case you forgot, its Rich. *extends hands
Michi: *shakes hand. Of course! The history major. How have you been? Its been so long!
Well to keep a story thats already too long shorter, we had a nice 10 minute conversation infront of all the patients and a couple of nurses (bitches are sooooo nosey I tell ya) about college, work, being single, going to the movies and the future projects underway, whew. He can talk! (I like that too, lol) In the end, he wished me well and asked me if I’m around this location alot (i’m a floater) and I told him I’d be here Mondays.
Great, now I’m going to be keeping and eye out for ‘em. I ended up throwing my lunch away. I’m such a dork, huh?
