MIGHT AS WELL

This hump day morning, I read in the news

that the Campi Flegrei volcano near Naples, Italy 

has an upset stomach and may throw up all over

everything. What is most shocking, though, Is, it’s

already Wednesday, Woden’s day, Odin’s day.

Again.

It is always a shock that an entire week has passed

since the last time I walked down this corridor and

into the revelation of another nondescript Wednesday.

Again.

An irredeemable loss of days with the sure knowledge

that some mid-week morning, there will come a reckoning.

On that day I will nod to myself and look back at what

I did with all those anonymous seconds, minutes, and

Wednesdays.

They will look like outer space, bright sparks of light

scattered across a vast, empty sky. Today, is the last

Wednesday of two thousand twenty-five, and in the void

I will write this poem, put some clothes on, and drive to

town for groceries. Another New Year’s Eve sans the kiss

of midnight. A few minutes ago, last Wednesday it was

Christmas Eve. I said to myself, I wonder when my

Wednesdays will run out?

Meanwhile, is it okay if I dance the blues on this happy

ending lillördag, I know it won’t help, but if you come

with me, maybe we can make a star.

Might as well.

Reviews

[BuzzyB]

I was around Vesuvius last year and it was very exciting. Sometimes I felt I felt it rumble. Maybe my imagination. But thanks for mentioning Naples-It brightened my day. Doesn't life feel like a box of sand being emptied? And sand becomes wind. We are the same. Time flies and some day soon, we'll be looking at all those uneventful Wednesdays from an unspannable distance with wonder and longing.

[Vol]

You know, It's funny you should mention... I just read an article about the Block Universe Theory which says time is not linear. The universe is a frozen block of time that contains every moment that ever existed or will exist... So we are all here, there, and everywhere all the time... except... there IS no time... I wish those guys would make up their minds...

[BuzzyB]

I was never convinced about what appears to be the reality. It could be something beyond comprehension to us. Thank you for sharing that.

[Vol]

ai think about that a lot. That the physical universe must rest inside the "spiritual" one. There is no possible way to measure, interact with, or observe, the spiritual. Until recently as the Quantum folks are beginning to believe that the universe is a conscious, aware being. It would go a long way to helping me on my personal quest for understanding something about the "eternal." I'm loving these new explorations!
Vol

[Ken Simm.]

Now there is a poem I could see well enough to draw. Full of information and set out in a wonderful pardon me but an informative and experienced aged way. Tempus does indeed fugit.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

What an image...a volcano vomiting all over everything.
Yes dance the blues...we will all keep you company.
j.

[Vol]

Gimme some Michael Bloomberg, and away we go...

[ETERNITY]

Hugs, Vol. Happy 2026.
............................

[Vol]

Aw, Eternity! Thank you... Do me a favor and win a lottery for yourself... I'm making vague plans for a looong road trip next spring and summer, so if you mean it, I'll stop by and collect on that hug...
Vol

[ETERNITY]

Do you believe in change

[Lorry]

I remember the first time I heard the phrase hump day and I thought that Americans were weird for having a particular day to have sex! I think the first slap i got on my first visit was a wednesday. 😀
But yes, I completely agree with days blurring and escaping our existence, especially during the festivities where you have more time off but every day begins to feel like Sunday and any time you come across today's date becomes a paranoia induced bunch of moments where you think there's a conspiracy against you and everything begins to feel a bit deja vu.
But at release now its Thursday Vol, where Thor gets a bit annoyed and your mood has an excuse to turn to thunder..... did I mention the bit about deja vu yet, or.....
😀

[Vol]

Why, yes you did, Lorry, at first read I thought I'd read it before, somewhere... but since you did say it twice it was just like Deja Vu Vu all over again... happy New Year, and may all your lottery tickets be winners!
Vol

[Lorry]

Yours too my good man. Or the more crude new year wish here for the older generations, may all your sh**s be smooth! 😀

[Chris Shaw]

Hump day must mean Wednesday, the middle of the week in your part of the world. My day was full. I wish it had been more empty. Full of boring old chores that I promised myself I’d get done before the year end. My old car, a Citroen Picasso, bless her heart has served me well. Bought her new 20 years ago. She had the clean of her life today, inside and out. Must have given her a shock lol. I shopped for groceries too. Didn’t stop to ponder on how n
many Wednesdays I might have left though. Hoping you have many Vol and sending you every good wish for a happy new year.

Chris

[Vol]

Chris...
Happy New Year, my delightful, British poet friend! You've got your Citroen Picasso, we've got "hump-day." When I was still teaching, Wednesdays were scheduled a little differently, an so stood out, and flashed by to make way for the next one... I stood there shaking my head many time, thinking... already?
Vol