Wayne D's Blog

On Tuesday night I try to write a blog entry in the 1 hour and 15 minutes I have while my youngest son is at Timberwolves. Timberwolves is the Baden Powell Scouting version of cubs. Baden Powell Scouting, at least our version, offers a traditional scouting alternative to Scouts Canada.

A few months ago I believe I promised you a poem of sorts. Poetry is not my normal form of expression but last fall when I was on a weekend camp with the Explorers I wrote down the following. I wrote the poem down on a piece of wet scrap paper that I had in my pocket that I first dried over the fire.

The Girl with the Sad Tired Eyes

The circumstances of our meeting have faded, time and place are forgotten, but I will never forget her sad, tired eyes.
As we chatted she told me she was tired because she couldn't sleep.
I wanted to ask her if whatever made her eyes so sad was what kept her awake but I didn't.
I wanted to ask her why her eyes were so sad but I didn't.
I wanted to hold her and comfort her until she fell asleep but I didn't.
Then I was awake, the dream done.
If we ever meet again I will ask why she has such sad, tired eyes.
We build walls to keep things in.
We build walls to keep people out.
Her eyes let me she through her walls.
Walls stop us unless we ask for entry.
I didn't knock, she didn't let me in.

Maudlin and trite? perhaps, but I leave the literary judgements to you. I think it came from being reminded by the end of the football season and the departure for Edmonton of one of the members of the Argonotes that I seem to constantly be saying goodbye to people. Every year the end of the football season means that the Argonotes that sprouted like mushrooms in the spring will disappear under the snow until next year. For any number of reasons some never come back. Goodbyes can be hard but not getting a chance to say goodbye can sometimes be harder. I think I'm just getting way too introspective in my old age. I think I missed my calling, if I was half my age I'd be playing guitar in an emo punk band. Now I know why the Yahoo spell checker want to replace the word blog with bog, I am sinking in the morass of my own, hmmmm, I can't use maudlin here since I already used it previously, moroseness. Now that alliteration, maudlin moroseness.

The picture at the top of this posting is from Secret Agent Sarah's flickr photostream

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