There is no dessert in the desert
Thursday, 10. May 2012 21:00
the enso
the opinion
My Enso Muse went MIA around mid January. After several days, I searched the darkest, furthest corners of the kitchen pantry. I scoured closets. I peeked behind each dusty bookcase.
Nada.
I almost considered filing a Missing Person Report.
She left me a jar of cookies. Asked me not to despair.
In the meantime, I find myself wandering the house while cradling my pen and notepad. I continue to meditate dutifully. I fantasize that she will decide to return unannounced, like always, whether as a delicate surprise or …
I wait. I sit in my desert. There are no desserts here.