Pack Yr Bags – 12th September 2024

“On yr bike!” she said

But I was already prepared
Bags packed and stacked

Taking all my lovers with me
Contained on the pages
Where there is every poem I’ve ever written

Submitted to WDYS #253 (attached picture prompt) and the form and idea inspired after reading this poem as The Skeptic’s Kaddish.

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Today I’m feeling:

A little tired still, as I woke up in the night, as Amy was restless and worried about the flooding. Thankfully, all seems ok at her parents’ so far but water levels are still increasing in certain areas.

Her stupid brother booked himself a flight from Bangkok and despite everyone telling him to stay there, he insists on coming. This morning, the airport road is flooded and the flight is delayed and he’s thinking to fly to Chiang Mai! Why!?

Amy asked him why he wants to come when he couldn’t even get to the family home and he just replied that he misses home. Something is not right in his brain!

This is the underpass at the airport. Thankfully, the water isn’t too high on the road but still, the airport soon closed this morning.

Health:

Physical: 7
Mental: 7

Today I’m grateful for:

The one pharmacy today that had the Tiger Balm that Amy wanted. The four I tried yesterday all had a different type.

It seems she has gotten herself a bruised rib from slipping over at the weekend when we were cleaning the house. One of those injuries that hurts more after a few days.

She’s taking a bit easy and I am her little slave boy when required.

The best thing about today was:

Getting some flow whilst sitting at Utopia and putting together a couple of lessons. Once I get into that state, I just want to keep going but it was already lunchtime.

Review your acts, Good and bad.

I sent a message to all my students asking if they are all doing ok. Most are but some are telling me that they are about to be flooded. It’s weird because at my house it has already stopped raining and the sun is out!