{april haiku: insomnia}

Naff Carpet

When I was a child, this was the rug on our family room floor, and I loved this rug pattern to bits. It was CLEARLY from the late 60’s-70’s in a house that was a postwar bungalow with three tiny bedrooms and a flat roof. It had been the “new” and “hip” remodel of the early seventies, and by the time we bought the house, in the very late seventies, it was well past its prime – clean, but faded. This little square, unearthed beneath the floor of our townhouse pantry years ago during a remodel, was in pristine condition, in all its bright blue, retro-sixties glory. Man, I loved this carpet. I would wear a dress out of this carpet. I used to trace the loops and whorls of the design and imagine driving roads so convoluted.

And now as I go into the second or the sixth night of insomnia – sleeping, waking, worrying – my mind is just that convoluted, just that wound up and a whirl with thoughts and decisions. Lost in a labyrinth? That would be me. Except, in a labyrinth, there’s no way you can really be lost… because all roads lead us, all roads take us. Home is in the middle of the maze, protected space you reach if you turn around and persist. And so I tell myself, Friend, keep walking; stay on the path.

stillness wakens minds.
solvitur ambulando —
turn on the treadmill

* The phrase “solvitur ambulando” means “solved by walking.”

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