I slept in a mind field, wide eyed and bald ~ I was surrounded by uncounted hares. They danced a jig to the tune ~ O Danny Boy.
The drums went bang and the cymbals clanged. The hares, they danced with rats. Blessed with raven hair and smiles, that beckoned the Son to Down Dog, they tapped their way to the top.
Late afternoon, at the Louvre, I stood “Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas”. I patiently waited, in the queue. Mona had packed the house again.
The literary gazers dissipated, as I dreamed of surfing the North Shore.
Once in front of Lisa, I became alert. Alert as the fugued can be. Come closer she said. As I approached, she asked if I had an ibuprofen, she complained her left elbow was causing her grief. “I just need a little something for the pain.”
Mona, I didn’t expect this conversation. I had no idea our encounter included audio.
I can talk, but few can hear. I have words for you and you alone.
In an atmospheric state of illusion, her eyes pierced my being.
With those same beckoning Down Dog teeth, creating an eternal smile, illuminating the room,
She said ~
Possess your Soul ~ Chase the Turtle.
I woke on a plateau of lava rock and dove down a hole.
I will forever Chase the Turtle.
With patience I possess my soul.
I am second~God is first. I am a surfer. I am an artist. I am a back porch musician. I am a massage therapist.
I am a child of God. I am a
wannabe photographer. I am a shoe-string traveler.
I am not Unique. I am not a writer-but I don’t let that stop me. I am not in a hurry.