Have spent weekend with the not!boy. Had lots of fun. He showed me around annapolis, we visited his house, and had fun with silly cello/piano duets. Could have wished to be a bit better, as is embarrassing. But that's okay. *ships cello/piano*
Hmm...what else did we do? *shrugs* Just hung out I guess...The one thing I didn't do this weekend that I needed to was the whole catching up on sleep thing. Hmm. and the homework thing, but who needs that?
In other news, have decided to post a poem. This is an oldish one, but it's been a while since I've put anything up. Guess the meaning of this one, and you get candy.*
Oh my goodness. I just opened the poem document, and the little paperclip guy from word pops up, and tells me, "You can hurt yourself if you run with scissors". *giggles*
Anyway. So, poem.
Flailing,
you throw your arms out
hoping that
(increased surface area,
decreased wind speed, friction)
they might slow the fall.
But gravity
(9.81 meters per second per second)
pulls unceasingly.
Its acceleration
(velocity divided by time)
rushes against your ears,
howling – it dries your
tears before they leave your eyes.
The air surrounds you,
you can feel it between
your toes – between your thighs.
Just for a moment,
you can imagine
living forever like this,
perpetually falling.
But then,
you remember physics again –
countless diagrams of
balls being dropped off buildings,
packages from helicopters,
rockets after their engines have
cut out.
Doing the math in your head,
adding and multiplying,
sketching rubber balls
and parabolic curves,
you hit the ground.
*no actual candy will be given away
