After Note: Texting the Disaster

Knowing how way leads on to way,
How time hesitates, but never stays,
I pause to acknowledge what had me play,
--Beyond the ache of loneliness--in the grey
          stormy day.

I have never been a fan of the small art of texting. Hovering bumbling over awkward keys, tapping out an oblique morse code, three times on the five key to get a J, three6sforanO, two5sforaK, andtwo3sforanE. It just seemed like a joke to me.

But my dear friend, CPH, who knew about the possibility of a major power outage, suggested that I keep my peeps updated throughout whatever the next days entailed by texting haiku to the universe. The jittery mouse-steps of this tapped-out trail lie in your hands.

GGB
Nov. 25th, 2012, my birthday