Fortune is a Victory

The game is on. Probably enough fun for a night.
Here in San Antonio; it doesn't seem anyone
would miss it. The Spurs are all over TV. Commercials,
and public service announcements. They're part
of the culture of this town. And here everything is a
bit like the enthusiasm of a Spurs game. Grateful and
exhuberant.

The iguana today. I cast it in a mold of wire mesh, and
plastered it; the first coat today. Here I wonder what the
excitement of opening the boxes meant. What was the
mixed pleasure of turning out a project on the first day
the supplies came in.

Nap. Stilling myself in the darkness, I defyed the doctor's
orders and tried to rest my body. She won't give me sedatives,
but I know I'll burn out in this excitable state. Mostly I know
I'll burn out others around me as well. I've got to try and
close my eyes again.

House arrest. The wintry weather is freezing everything
and craving attention. The city has been all but paralyzed
is what I keep hearing on reports here on television. I wonder,
what will it take to be a part of the freedom of those who are
more fortunate than me.