Wednesday, April 09, 2008

The Midpoint

My wife, this is no small thing we have done.
Steel has glanced upon stone, and a spark has caught.
I am the raincloud. You are the earth.
This child is the beginning of what must come next.

From "Hand Above Hand Above Hand" in The Essential Rumi: New Expanded Edition. Copyright © 2004 by Coleman Barks.

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Blogger Thomas Crymes said...

Better tie up those 2nd Act plot points pretty darn quick! I understand everything will come to a head in the final climactic battle.

9:38 PM  
Anonymous Eric said...


5:04 PM  
Blogger Mainline Mom said...

That's a great poem. I have to chuckle to myself because despite all your research and observations of other two have NO idea what you're in for. No one ever really does :)

3:56 PM  
Blogger Thomas Crymes said...

Nah, kids are simple. You put stuff in one end, it separates into two forms and leaves unpleasantly. And sometimes the initial input comes back at you. Rinse and repeat.

4:04 PM  
Blogger Thomas Crymes said...

And then a couple years later, you only have to give them input and let them deal with the unpleasantness.

And then a decade later they provide their own input.

And then all you do is have to deal with their run-ins with the law and the disposal of bodies.

4:08 PM  
Blogger Mainline Mom said...

I'm thinking Thomas doesn't actually have any kids?

8:22 AM  
Blogger Thomas Crymes said...

I'm sure my genetic material is ambling around somewhere.

2:15 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WOW........... Congratts......... it goes by all to fast..... my 1st born as of next friday will have his Master in English under his belt.....HO!!! And my 2nd Son will have 1 1/2 year left to his graduation from College.... when you blink... it all goes by so fast...........

7:16 AM  

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