Surely it can’t all be cast to the tan lines. The sun—our cicerone across this celestial plane, casting her silhouettes upon skin shapes etch-a-sketching that which we outfit ourselves with— Surely. That can’t be it. Because I see him
At the end of it all rests the trees. Time stands just as requested in the company of pines. My steps are holy circles, hewn deep and echoing; I listen as my ten-thousandfold world system shivers like a wheel barrow child barreling down a grassy slope, arms stowed against chest. Bullets rain dully, as dumb as porcelain and half so strong.
I am the mountain against the shattered panes of glass; dynamic quests for focus leaving a viewer head-tilted more confused than ever. Dawn mist lit amber saffron, sweeping streaming willowing between fern slopes. Still slopes. As still as possible.
Dance dark against the moonlight shadows; the dust will take you deeper– digging down to shaded levels of acrid denial tasting like dental floss. Dance light upon the meadow tresses; the sunbeam spotlights like braided rope. Fading numbness from the fingers out and suffice to say– the world takes hold.
You could go sterile on a seat like that, he told me, jiggling one dusty finger at the black cheek-shaped seat of my bicycle, which rested with me against the cafe umbrella stand. I didn’t quite follow his reasoning— which he gave in file-folder eruptions of statistics and news articles clear from the research department of his mind.
All this fuzziness astounds me ; warmed up from the soul and told (under no uncertain terms) we’re destined to die the martyr in due course. But not now—perhaps. At least until the sun goes down and the ants cease their ant-nibbles and the cricket boys back go to bed.
One: I am grateful for the sand between my toes, that finds me in the coziest of places, that works away and makes me softer. That reminds me I live near the ocean. Two: I am grateful for the lithe sleek bicycle I pedal down University avenue until I can’t pump hard enough and must let gravity take me. Three: I am grateful … Read More 5-Step Process to Get What You Want Out of Life