Randomosity

When I get stressed or anxious, I re-organize shit. Closets, living spaces, my office. That’s sometimes how Ad first knows I’m wrestling with something. I know, you thought I just spew out all the thoughts in my head as they happen, didn’t you? And okay, lots of times I do. But sometimes, I let it sit inside me, roiling around, til I need to clean out my head – so I clean out my space. I’m a cliche, I know.
And sometimes when that happens, life hands me random bits of joy. A library book I thought I lost. A scrap of paper with a scribbled note from a beau. An old picture that I had thought was gone forever, misplaced in the move. A favorite lipstick. (So I’m not always deep. LOL)
I have had a couple of blows at work this week, with some key personnel leaving our organization. One is key because I have very much enjoyed working with him, the other because his position is a support position to my own, which means my workload will increase hugely again once he is gone.
So I decided to re-do my entire office.
Today, as I started the reorganization of my office, I was cleaning out the file cabinet. Part of that is removing the magnetic poetry words I had on the side of it. Remember those? I have a whole bunch of them on my cabinet. They have been there so long I had stopped looking at them, and I assumed no one else even noticed them there. But as I was removing them, I realized that there were all kinds of random bits of poetry that someone had created – and then hidden in the chaos of the rest of the words.

A crushing wild rustle thru
a lush dark passage

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I eat words from a wet shiny mouth

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Bring your banquet to my sleep
live in my dreams

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Sweet mother sea
be like balm to my cold heart

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Banquets of life cut through death

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Leave the squirrelman honey

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You taste of rain and sky and smoke and heat

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Apparently I have a poet (and a romantic) hiding amongst my coworkers. That makes me obscurely and inexplicably happy.  Thank you, world, for your randomness.

I wonder who it is?

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