Passover:
I stuff the heating pad closer to my stomach as I rest my elbows on my thighs
To type on a removable keyboard on a chocolate ottoman that I rest my hands on
When I pause to catch up with my thoughts or answer the phone as I just did and
Wonder where I was. Breath. It is stuffy in here in a heated, crouched, down low
To the ground, basic fashion. The cool sea breeze blows through the jewel toned
And plaid curtains. A rooster crows. The fridge buzzes. A motorcycle rolls by this
Iconic country road that has seen so much and I wonder if my Dave Pine For
Supervisor sign is still there or if the good ole boys from the county have taken it
Hostage again. The power of a sign to mean, convey so much is fascinating.
An affiliation, an endorsement of someone's opinion somebody trusts of varying
Degrees, of the company we keep, of the judgments cast on one's perception of
Whom they think the other is, but not for certain of whom one perceives themself
To be and I for one say, I do not know who I am and I no longer care to know.
After a lifetime of desperately seeking myself, it is more important to me
To feel my way through this life by enjoying the sensory...what is that sound?
Wind chimes, a hollow drone, birds chirping, cranes, many different types-
I could listen to them all day...
The animals and sounds of nature call me back to the Earth. The calm overtakes me.
Pescadero, CA
I stuff the heating pad closer to my stomach as I rest my elbows on my thighs
To type on a removable keyboard on a chocolate ottoman that I rest my hands on
When I pause to catch up with my thoughts or answer the phone as I just did and
Wonder where I was. Breath. It is stuffy in here in a heated, crouched, down low
To the ground, basic fashion. The cool sea breeze blows through the jewel toned
And plaid curtains. A rooster crows. The fridge buzzes. A motorcycle rolls by this
Iconic country road that has seen so much and I wonder if my Dave Pine For
Supervisor sign is still there or if the good ole boys from the county have taken it
Hostage again. The power of a sign to mean, convey so much is fascinating.
An affiliation, an endorsement of someone's opinion somebody trusts of varying
Degrees, of the company we keep, of the judgments cast on one's perception of
Whom they think the other is, but not for certain of whom one perceives themself
To be and I for one say, I do not know who I am and I no longer care to know.
After a lifetime of desperately seeking myself, it is more important to me
To feel my way through this life by enjoying the sensory...what is that sound?
Wind chimes, a hollow drone, birds chirping, cranes, many different types-
I could listen to them all day...
The animals and sounds of nature call me back to the Earth. The calm overtakes me.
Pescadero, CA
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