To say anything

There is so much to say I feel little ability to say
anything. Not that there is no interest.
Beaches, dislocation, the poem about
the blackbird, all this is of interest. The years
required for me to claim residence. The couple
on Dr. Phil who have written in for help.

What fresh help is this? I married a man
who walks the seawall watching for blue bottles
as I swim. My sickness is nothing but a collection
of memories, how they surge and fling,
how they inhabit.

February 13, 2007