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Friday, August 08, 2003
The ones above us are not blessed with light feet. The thumping drives me mad. A relatively young couple. Pleasant to say the least. But not light-footed. Neither crows nor foxes are light sleepers, And both respect the importance of quiet movement. My body is tired. I had been wishing my long weeks of mad dreaming would end once I arrived here. Dreams rarely fade from heavy, troubled thoughts. The turmoil remains somewhere inside. I am still caught in the aftershocks of a massive wave from change and movement. Ripples edging into consuming waves. They’re taking us. I have nowhere to go. Unable to leave. Breathe in. Breathe out. Unwilling to leave. Unsure. Insecure? I don’t know what to. Better. Be better. Get better. Breathe in. Monday, August 04, 2003
It’s another hot day. There hasn’t been another drop of rain since. All this time here… And… I’ve never seen illusions in the desert. Even in the peak of thirst. Though… I feel like I am part of one. And it would take much more than a mere patch of dehydration to start playing games on my mind. Mirage. I’m never alone. I’m alone all the time. Tepid thoughts. Sun churning overhead. Warmer. Spending time in a hot laundry room is the last place I desire to be. Sick to my head. Watching a lazy grackle hop out of my way. Her mouth is open. It’s even too hot for the birds. Squealing train running past. Unripe olives in the tree. Up into the sky. The sun never really sets. And.. It can only get hotter. |
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