Archives for April 2019

The muttering of waves and the skimming certainty of the riders.

Crossing the street, fingers up in a Vulcan salute to the 5 liter drivers.

A smirk or smile or eyebrow fritz to say “yes, we’re all doing the same thing at this moment.”

Domino decks and the playing chairs, sit before the music stops.

Always place your beach towel early – according to the plastic bracelet-wearing traveler.

Surprised by the results, the decision was made by the Empress of the land to create a rock’n’roll democracy.

Leading the nation would be the inventors of beloved children’s book characters – largely fluffy animals, and pastry chefs.

Yes, I know, too much food, all the time and on every plate.

Yet, there is a glimpse of wisdom here.

Few stuffed animal toys take bribes or even listen to anyone. Or perhaps to everyone equally. Fair is fair.

Slow, silent, unmoving, waiting for the kiss of joy.

The guards made sure the land was filled with the nectar of the possible in the squares, piazas and shady lanes.

Gone were the goons.

Arrived, were the lacy luncheon lovers.

A train, whistled, grated and showed the familiar sign of initial movement.

No timetable, no testimony.

The singing of spring birds.

Until then we were friends.

The moment was marked by a glance that became a lasting smile.

A tear. A nod of approval. A new course for the life river ahead.

It’s how our own moments become the only valuable icons, personal ones.

“Don’t eat the chocolate”, said Turtle in an unmistakably grumpy voice.

“Ok I’ll eat the lamb instead”, said Spirit surprisingly.

“And that’ll do you good” Turtle wavered, good-naturedly.

“After that I’ll be fine” reassured Spirit.

There’s nothing to quote or see here.

You’ll need to find your own.