honey and sting

Rationale


The blank page stares back.
Methos taps the screen.
From rock to mud to swamp plant threads,
tanned hide, tree pulp and now to this:
this record, his thoughts,
an effort to transcribe time:
his life, or at least, the part of it
amenable to words.

He pauses, takes one of those rare draughts
of memory, letting it swirl around him
in all its emblems and contrasts.
Why journal? Why notate his long life,
with its serial editions and crime?
What is this long, punctuated love letter
to the narrative?

It's not for money, and it's not for fame.
Methos laughs, remembering MacLeod's face.
(Methos knows he can be a dick sometimes.)
"It's because I like it." He laughs again,
satisfied by the simplicity of the answer.

That settled, he turns back to the keyboard
and composes his tweet.

And tags it: #olderthandirt, #whowatchesthewatchers,
#becauseilikeit,and his favorite, #andimgoodatit