Spirit Of Salt

There’s very much on my mind these days.  It’s hard to believe that less than a week ago organization and popular sentiment smashed through a particularly obdurate glass ceiling and propelled a half-African political prodigy into the bullpen for our union’s highest office.

And other ceilings held, a choice of either-or, and this is something we should not forget.  The work is barely begun.

It was a good speech, a fine American moment.  I played a little part and felt well for it.

But just now I’m feeling the impulse to stay words for a while.  It has been cropping up in my various pseudopods around les tubes.

I think I’ll follow that impulse a while.  Let the words circulate, perhaps spill out in venues unmarked on this, our concensus hallucination.  I don’t know.

I’ll be back.