School holiday, dentist appointment, errands–that’s been my day. I also finished my turn for a RPG/Civ-like game I play with some old friends from my school days. There hasn’t been time for much else, but while browsing my copy of Collected Poems of Emily Dickinson (something I’ve kept since my high school days) I came across this poem that struck a chord:

He touched me, so I live to know
That such a day, permitted so,
I groped upon his breast.
It was a boundless place to me,
And silenced, as the awful sea
Puts minor streams to rest.

And now, I’m different from before,
As if I breathed superior air,
Or brushed a royal gown;
My feet, too, that had wandered so,
My gypsy face transfigured now
To tender renown.

Poetry like this once inspired me, it fed my dreams and hopes.  Food for the soul, couldn’t be a better descriptive cliche.