Hammerhead Shark

Homes used to say, "Even nothing needs something." He used to say, "Even the center needs a center." Today, I thought of Homes and wondered if he was still in prison and remembered that he told me once, "If you think of me outside this place and wonder if I'm still in prison or not, remember that I said this: hammerhead shark!"

This post, Homes, is for you.

Hammerhead shark.

I've been having a hard time writing, lately. I've been logging on and staring at the screen. I've been looking out the window. I've been scratching my feet. I've been doodling. Trying to think of something, something to write. I've been saying to myself, or aloud to the dogs, "Nothing happened today! What happened today, happened yesterday!"

Even nothing needs something. Hammerhead shark.

Homes, once I asked you how to find something in nothing and you said, "Stop looking."

Today, I took a nap and walked the dogs, like I usually do. I thought of a possible butter to make, but decided against it and went to the library instead. I thought, How nice it would be to be a book.

To be read by someone who sought you ought. To be taken home and placed by a bed, or on an end table, to be carried in a book bag, and renewed. To wait. To be opened. To be turned upside down. To be placed back on a shelf. To sit, quietly for a long time. Until someone else sought you and wanted you all over again. Or to be read again and again by the same person.

That would be nice.

Homes, that would be nice.