Had a good visit with Carrie, though I only got a day and a half off out of the week she was here. But Nance and she spent a lot of time together. was great to see and be with her again.
Work has been a mess. Loads of overtime and now the company is asking for cut-backs (pay concessions) in Sunday pay, holiday pay, and call-in times, as well as a two-tier pay system (all new employees would make significantly less than current pay scales, but the current employee pay rates would not be changed - or so we've been told.). The timing for these “requests” for the mills to “fall in line” is rather peculiar, just after they have closed 5 facilities this month. I suspect they will get what they want, as all the workers are not in any position to turn down these issues, and have the company shut down more facilities.
Today’s poem is from 9:93
FOR CARRIE -1ST DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL
little that you are
calendars. clocks. moonstorms. time passes
in the strangest ways
some as serene as the wind through dark pines
some as awkward as teen-age girls in roller blades
butt down on the sidewalk
& dreams change
from fluffy bears to dragons. all as cuddly
as you allow.
little that you are
i am as old as the wind - as broken
(pines & mountains & the smiles of women break
more than bones)
& i am as in love with your laughter
fading into the network of a real world
as the first day
little that you were -
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
