I'm at the Stage

And I don't want to go up the stairs and walk
the floor boards to stand in the center,
and nor do I especially desire to take a seat
in any row, not even the balcony, to watch,
(okay, maybe I want to do a little watching)
and applaud the myriad of players doing the show.

I've traveled a distance, but leaving the car
in the lot, milling around in the lobby, nodding
to the face or two that seem familiar or seek mine out
with a friendly smile, seems almost pointless to me,
and I know I must be depressed,
but I don't feel particularily depressed,
so I just don't know.


I guess that's a poem of sorts. And the way I feel right now. Dudly. I don't want to do much of much, and summer is here so I should shake myself out of this rut, enjoy the warmth (well it's actually near friggin' hot) before the snow flies again, and it always flies sooner than we're prepared to greet it. Old friends are passing through here in 2 weeks, stopping for the night on their way from San Antonio to Sacramento, so that will be nice, to catch up and spend some time with them. Then I'm off to CA, myself, for a week, to San Diego, to see the kids. I'm sure this mood will pass.