Nothing ruins a perfectly sunny day off like a friggin’ hangover. I slept it off til almost 12:30 this afternoon, and while the headache has finally left my cranial premises, I still am dealing with this annoying twinge of nausea. And I have wasted said day off in the confines of a itty bitty hotel room. Yesterday I went on quite the jaunt around Downtown Cleveland, walking around in the chilly April sunshine and taking pictures and composing random poetry on my iPhone. I don’t have too much to talk about today, so I’ll share my impromptu poem I came up with yesterday.
This hotel room
Makes me feel claustrophobic
–it’s far too narrow–
Cramped and brown
It makes me vaguely apprehensive
The angle of the windows chokes out the sunlight
But if you crane your head
You can catch a glimpse of the lake,
A tiny sliver of sparkling gray-blue beauty.
I’d rather be outside
In the windy chill
At least the sunshine is warm
When it shines down on you.
This park bench is prime real estate
The wood feels cold under my jeans
And the far too big windshirt that I surreptitiously stole from my boyfriend
The wind blows in off the lake
–and honestly, anyone who thinks that Chicago is the windiest city has never been to Cleveland in the spring–
Which shimmers like a murky blue jewel
In the late April sun
I sit on this bench, under the pretense of reading
–I’ve got a Salinger novel in my lap–
But really, I just couldn’t take the claustrophobic brown crampedness
Of that goddamn hotel room.
So I sit here, fingers chilled
The wind ruffling the loose hairs that lay against my neck
The air a vague combination of exhaust and manure and springtime
And I think
Because that’s what you do when you’re alone on a bench in a park
You sit and you think
And I watch the people and the cars
Hurrying past, off to live another day in their mediocre adventures
The wind comes up again and I think I’ve decided
That perhaps I should move my contemplation to a less windy location.
–“April 24, 2012 5:33 pm”