De Briefing

My vision slowly cleared up and focused on a beam on the ceiling. Wait. There’s no beam on my ceiling.

Excitement, curiosity, dread…

The disciplined deril knows to relish this moment. He will fight the urge to care or go detective. He knows that one of the best feelings is the anxiety of lost time. The slow stream of details that will trickle into his mind from the night before will nourish him, fill him, and make him whole once more. Good, bad or ugly the details are a prize worth winning. With a wince or a grin, he is tickled just to get those moments back, he weighs them, considers them, waits for the next bit, keeps some, forgets some. He understands that uncertainty and shame are part of life.

A pot on a fire escape. Its there. Sitting. Waiting. It will rain. The rain will collect. The sun will eventually empty it of its moments.