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Poem for Wednesday and DC Landmarks


My Doubt
By Jane Hirshfield

I wake, doubt, beside you,
like a curtain half-open.

I dress doubting,
like a cup
undecided if it has been dropped.

I eat doubting,
work doubting,
go out to a dubious cafe with skeptical friends.

I go to sleep doubting myself,
as a herd of goats
sleep in a suddenly gone-quiet truck.

I dream you, doubt,
nightly—
for what is the meaning of dreaming
if not that all we are while inside it
is transient, amorphous, in question?

Left hand and right hand,
doubt, you are in me,
throwing a basketball, guiding my knife and my fork.
Left knee and right knee,
we run for a bus,
for a meeting that surely will end before we arrive.

I would like
to grow content in you, doubt,
as a double-hung window
settles obedient into its hidden pulleys and ropes.

I doubt I can do so:
your own counterweight governs my nights and my days.

As the knob of hung lead holds steady
the open mouth of a window,
you hold me,
my kneeling before you resistant, stubborn,
offering these furious praises
I can’t help but doubt you will ever be able to hear.

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I have nothing exciting to report about Tuesday except that the weather was gorgeous and I did a lot of running around so I got to enjoy it! It was chilly in the morning and we had sleepy cats all over us. I had a bunch of work to do and spent more than an hour hunting for a piece of jewelry I lost in my own bedroom. In the afternoon we went to pick up Maddy, who wanted to stop with a friend at Taco Bell before being dropped off at work, so we got some of their fiesta potatoes which was a mistake as now I'm going to want those again sometime.

We watched nearly all of the Nationals game, which had extreme highs and lows (the biggest low being the ending). We flipped back and forth to The Flash, whose highlight for me was the Dawson's Creek reference, then we caught up on Timeless, which is decently acted but needs to explain itself or the serial temporal incursions start to seem preposterous, and saw this week's Agents of SHIELD (we missed 15 minutes picking up Maddy but I don't think that's why it felt broadly written and not emotionally engaging). DC last week:















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