Fire and Ice

I can't sleep tonight. More accurately, I have a few crazy deadlines to meet, and I haven't tried, nor have I worked to meet them. Structure and discipline, the very skills I'm advocating in my latest project, are eluding me completely.

So I listened to Leonard Cohen's 'Hallelujah', wrote a little, sipped my oolong tea (not so sexy as martinis, but if I'd had those, I'd be asleep by now!), mused some, found some dark Lindt chocolate. Life is good. "Simple pleasures", said an ex-CEO and current public interest champion I met last week. "This is what I enjoy now."

This is one of my favourite poems. Robert Frost's 'Fire and Ice.' Hope you like it.

Fire and Ice.

Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favour fire

But if we had to perish twice
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for destruction ice
Is just as great
And would suffice.

...

goodnight. off to write. or try...again.