I’ve never written about myself on this site, but I feel like it right now, so here goes:
God that was strange to see you again
Introduced by a friend of a friend
Smiled and said 'yes I think we've met before'
In that instant it started to pour,
Captured a taxi despite all the rain
We drove in silence across point champlain
And all of the time you thought I was sad
I was trying to remember your name…
No no, that’s not it. Let’s try that again:
Before I left, the fortune cookie told me to
keep your face to the sun and you will never see the shadows. Not good advice. I burn, and I happen to like shadows. So off I went across this strange land – ignoring the advice of the fortune cookie. There was a quiet expectancy, but more than that. I carried something. It was the silence of your eyes and the hope of your breath that drove me. In search of something about myself and driven by you. I wouldn’t have gone at all, but questions can gnaw and they can tear. I’d had enough.
Upon arrival it was apparent that life had settled into a routine. A rowdy, uproarious life no more, none the ever. It wasn’t too much of a shock, as absence breeding change is expected. Visiting an old friend was the cat’s pajamas, though there was something unsettling about what I viewed as this new complacency. To me, it seemed comfort fought the ego and the comfort won. Whether that’s a positive or not, I don’t know. I let it linger then gave farewells. I was off to the next stop.
It was at this point in transit that I realized something. When you’re moving and you find what you’re looking for, it can be too close to grasp. Or maybe you’re a little frightened of it. That may be why I ended up finding that next friend’s couch and that seedy strip bar next to the Super Target (onlyinamerica) and the
open range. This was first stop redux. It was the beginning of a trend. The opportunity was seized, then farewells. Next destination…
Board, land, bla (aching for the brightness of your smile). At some point when I was
here, my thoughts turned to Velcro sneakers and turtles. They both seemed like funny things that have their place – occupy a niche. Velcro sneakers and turtles never attempt anything beyond themselves it seems. They’re just right. That’s where I left it, and I surprised myself by actually looking forward to going home.
If there’s anything I’ve taken away from this, it’s that the sky can turn ecstasy when you least expect it. But now it’s back to practical matters and the next two months of my discontent.
