Sunday, October 31, 2010

lift the corner

{Oct 30, 10}

The wind picked up, died down, picked up again, unsettled as to whether to move the air from the east to the north or from the west to the south or to do nothing at all, a child started whining for a pacifier, for he was teething and couldn't identify the source of his anguish and did not yet have the words to express the deep agony of bone growth. The house shuddered into a more comfortable position, the framing and windows and foundation creaking in disparate moods of melancholy and exhaustion and anticipation, and outside the clouds obscured what would have been the thinnest crescent of a waxing newly born moon.