Lots of Rain in Pomona

Yikes there is so much rain right now. So I’m staying indoors a bit more, and feeling a bit more lazy and low than normal, but that just means I’m doing all I can to stay warm, reading comics, taking long hot baths instead of showers, drinking more herb tea than normal – generally finding more orgasmic experiences than I normally would.

In that light, here’s a fun poem from a little book I picked up recently at The Magic Door in Pomona:

Block City

What are you able to build with your blocks?
Castles and palaces, temples and docks.
Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,
But I can be happy and building at home.

Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea,
There I’ll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on the top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay.

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors a board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things!

Now I have done it, down let it go!
All in a moment the town is laid low.
Block upon block lying scattered and free,
What is there left of my town by the sea?

Yet as I saw it, I see it again,
The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men,
And as long as I live and where’er I may be,
I’ll always remember my town by the sea.

From Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods,
by Robert Louis Stevenson, p.68.

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