Lost in Heaven

What spectacular weather for Valentine's day! Happy couples can go kiss in the rain, while bitter singles can wallow in its dreariness.

I must apologize for failing to write as of late. The novelty of blogging has worn off, and I simply lost steam. This, and my classes become increasingly more demanding, and I'm usually too fried to conceive anything worth writing. This is particularly evident with my most recent post, Goggles, which has been promptly thrown away.

With the intention of purchasing of Valentine card, I made my way to the bookstore in the rain. It was a time like this when I wished I had background music so I could make the experience completely surreal -- a dripping chorus of Death Cab for Cutie would've matched the rhythm of my footsteps almost perfectly.

Seeing that the variety of Valentine cards I wished to purchase were out of stock, I determined to head to the library to increase my understanding of American Heritage.

While at the library my curiosity was drawn to a corner of the fifth floor, where I found an anthology of poems by a certain man who has a fondness for leaves, winter and trees. I began to read the poetry, and soon became engrossed in the charming rhyme schemes and poignant imagery.

I read about constellations, the fiery or frigid end of the world, snarling buzzsaws, divergent roads, houses of crystal, late night walks, birch trees and ice storms. My favorite poem, however, is called "Lost in Heaven."

"The clouds, the source of rain, one stormy night
Offered an opening to the source of dew;
Which I accepted with impatient sight,
Looking for my old skymarks in the blue.

"But stars were scarce in that part of the sky,
And no two were of the same constellation --
No one was bright enough to identify;
So 'twas with not ungrateful consternation.

"Seeing myself well lost once more, I sighed,
'Where, where in Heaven am I? But don't tell me!
Oh, opening clouds, by opening on me wide.
Let's let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me.'"

Snapping out of my poem induced coma, I realized I had studied no American Heritage, and that it was time for dinner. I left the library and walked out into the drizzling rain storm. I looked up into the sky and couldn't help but mumble to myself, "let my heavenly lostness overwhelm me."