I’ve landed another amazing job. This time, I find myself in a rebuilding company, amidst the waste left over after the tech crash. I find myself in an office full of empty chairs and powerless computers. Offices one running high on the promise of money and business, now my company is forced to come up with something new, to do things right – to cut the hyperbole and actually BE innovative.

So they hire me.

Now, as I walk to the candy machine and slip in a Looney for some chips, and drink some free coffee, my mind is allowed to wander, create, inspire. But what is on my mind?

Poetry – My mind is full of Frost, of cummings and Thomas, of Blake and of Dylan. I’m reading Tarrantula, I’m listening to Most of the Time. I’m full of spring and emotion. I’m full of words and of self. I’m unfairly being short with one person, while emersing myself in others. I’m growing. I’m writing.

I’m lucky my life is always so full. I wish I could share part of it with her, I wish I could run away into new surroundings with them, I look forward to drinking J.D. tomorrow.