the conversation at lunch steered toward the fucked-upped-ness of the world.  then i stopped myself.  because there are so many good things, so many beautiful things, in and of this world.  i stare out the window and see a huge white moon.  it's presence is astonishing.  i go to run some errands and i find halloween decorations marking their seasonal appearance.  i have a beer for it is almost the weekend and the taste is hoppy, rich and delicious.  i am a man, a father, husband, employee [for we all have to have some sort of work], and poet.  i live in language and delight in it.  i am blown away by how big nick is growing.  i am humbled by my partner's eyes and how she has chosen me -- this fool -- as her mate.  i read an essay by cuban poet omar perez where he calls himself half an idiot in love with the world, and i am forced to agree, for i also identify my idiocy and love of the world.  it's not like a can help it.  i think i understand dickinson's metaphysics, how being alive is an art and wonder.