5:03 in the Morning. The constellation Orion stands on the roof of
my house. I saw him there at 4:31 when I
went out to set that girl’s pot of mums outside after a night indoors. At present, the sounds of the song of White
Room, by Cream, fills my living room. 20
pounds of housecat is sprawled across my lap.
For no particular reason, I have been thinking about a day when I was
not very nice to my late wife.
She had made a series of
brick stepping stones on the hillside at the back of our house. I thought the stepping stones were silly and of
no use where they were. She had worked
all day to bed them in the earth alongside blue grama grass and blue flax.
“I don’t like it,” I
said.
5:12 in the morning. 20 years later.
The stepping stones are still
out there and I hate myself.
--Mitchell Hegman.
"Regret is an appalling waste of energy, you can't build on it - it's only good for wallowing in." - Katherine Mansfield
ReplyDeleteI try not to wallow, but regret sometimes swoops down on me.
ReplyDelete