I DREAM again of being INEPT in front of a room. About to begin a lecture, technical problems sidetrack and delay my lecture. Such an alone feeling, standing exposed, hoping someone will rescue me. But no one else comes to take the WHEEL, distract or sympathize: I am left to face the audience. It feels like such a uniquely human experience: this kind of vulnerability, run as an experiment by my mind, safe in my own bed. I ponder: what is the hypothesis being tested?

Georg’ann

Placing a peanut butter cookie between the halves
of a PLAIN bagel is not a peanut butter sandwich,
though he determined it so.
I’m unable to argue his logic.
“Maybe add a banana” I say
as I walk out the backdoor,
noting the garden needs MULCH
which it won’t get this year.
Settled into the car, check
systems and surroundings
attempting to find safety within
this fast moving SHELL
both hands on the WHEEL
I sit still, gripping tightly
not prepared to steer where I’m headed

Heather