The wind blew & I thought
Well, I thought I kind of knew u.
We were hitched for the long hall,
caboodle and all
but as things turned, I realized…
I hadn’t a clue.
So now on the beaches
hot sparkles
sifts neatly through
hour glass of my toes
diseases and white sun baking
leatherly
on my fair tonic skin.
Lone aborigine appears chalky
staring with blocked off eyes
at my feet or life
and I too
repay
the strange flavor.
Have I trespassed upon sacred scar?
Colors so foreign
patterns of reptiles and cosmos
earth tones
and I take it all in
slower than the wind
breathing kinda slow
theres no rush now - whatever!
shouldering the burden
like mother Theresa
and thinking about my jitney- God only knows?
Just speaking to some lovely lady
about trials and tribulations
the bog and the turf
waves cascading
so much in common
light and dark
chiaroscuro
east and west
foreigner and native
smart and dumb
judging and accepting
with nervous feet,
granules to form
an ephemeral heart
Her smile confirmed
Surely
I’ve not gone mad!
suddenly it dawns
i’ts all
granules & granules…
& more granules
of in betweens.