An Adventure of the Commonplace

“The choice is simply,

I will-as mind is a finger,

pointing, as wonder

a place to be.”

Robert Creeley “The Finger”

There is something I wish to send your way, seated as I am at these keys, before this screen, the hum of the laptop overtaken by the hot air blower now straining to heat the basement and thereby, the rest of this home which was built, at least the original two rooms…and here it needs to be shared…that these very two rooms I see through the repeating doorways off to my left apparently served a peculiar separation of function back in 1858, when this small German farming community formed (and what poor luck to land in these part to farm when a plow is mostly useless for a hundred miles around). The one room housed the family, and the other, which serves as our dining room, the horse.

And by that I offer if not open: much like the ice I hear melting from the roof outside the window over my right shoulder, the commonplace drips with wonder.