A Memory From the Cosmos/A Blip in My Normalcy

I've had my fair share of flops, failures, and disappointments in my writing career. However, the beat goes on and I'm still marching on. Sometimes I feel nostalgic, not that I yearn and want to live in the past (no, thank you very much). But every now and then old memories pop in to say hello. So I look at some of my abandoned projects. For a short while, I'm transported to an early time when I probably had some or all of the following: hubris, a few chips on my shoulder, "smoldering" passion, and unbridled addiction to a certain alcohol. 

Tonight during a blip in my normalcy, I stumbled upon this old poem of mine, taken from an abandoned project called "Her Name was Nadya". Here's an early draft of a poem called "The Gift from the Cosmos".

Porcelain knew
it could not be forever
the foraging for food
like a lonely hunter
something must be more
than life's monotony
of waking,
eating,
talking,
walking,
yawning,
and returning
to sleeping.
Tired from hunting
empty-handed
and disappointed,
Porcelain sat
on the banks of the town's river.

“Plok,”

something from the river said.

Plok!

And then I'm back to my normalcy again.