Friday Five: On the Fly

Anne says:

RevGals are adept at juggling and making do on the fly. In the spirit of the ability to multi-task, we’re pulling a random Friday Five out of the hat today.

1. What is your “gotta go!” breakfast that you can grab and take with you in the morning when you’re in a rush? String cheese sticks. I like how they soften up between the time I take them from the fridge and the time I eat them. If I'm fancy, I have something else with them...fruit or a pita.
2. When was the last time you had a fun evening out, and what did you do? I went to The Episcopal Church of Wichita Falls for an amazing and holy All Hallows Eve service, followed by Trunk or Treat. :) It was great!
3. Favorite poet or poem? for today, Anne Sexton. This is from her book, An Awful Rowing Toward God:
   

   THE ROWING ENDETH

   I’m mooring my rowboat

   at the dock of the island called God.

   This dock is made in the shape of a fish

   and there are many boats moored

   at  many different docks.

   “It’s okay.” I say to myself,

   with blisters that broke and healed

   and broke and healed –

   saving themselves over and over.

   And salt sticking to my face and arms like

   a glue-skin pocked with grains of tapioca.

   I empty myself from my wooden boat

   and onto the flesh of The Island.

   “On with it!” He says and thus

   we squat on the rocks by the sea

   and play – can it be true –

   a game of poker.

   He calls me.

   I win because I hold a royal straight flush.

   He wins because He holds five aces,

   A wild card had been announced

   but I had not heard it

   being in such a state of awe

   when He took out the cards and dealt.

   As he plunks down His five aces

   and I am still grinning at my royal flush,

   He starts to laugh,

   and laughter rolling like a hoop out of His mouth

   and into mine,

   and such laughter that He doubles right over me

   laughing a Rejoice-Chorus at our two triumphs.

   Then I laugh, the fishy dock laughs

   the sea laughs. The Island laughs.

   The Absurd laughs.

   Dearest dealer,

   I with my royal straight flush,

   love you so for your wild card,

   that untamable, eternal, gut-driven ha-ha

   and lucky love.

4. Who makes you laugh? Amanda Quraishi. Check her out on social media.
5. Where do you like to go for some “time apart,” in the way that Jesus took time apart? There's a pond near my house where I go to listen to the birds.