September the 5th

It came again. And after the fourth no less. You can get caught up in so many things you see. And they make you think that they matter. But they...    don't.

Deep breath.

It was like being home. Do you know what that feels like? And on the fifth after a very long fourth? A week later, but sometimes you have to pretend. And pretend you aren't pretending. Or get distracted altogether. A word indeed. The matriarch and patriarch helped with that.

It's enough sometimes to make you want to be a sailor. ...but that all changed somehow up in the trees, out by the hills, covered by shade, under the sun.  And amazingly you show that you can in fact stay in the citrus club. And God will help you do it.

Suncrest

...only green.

Was that you??

Fortress of Beans

You may not understand it, I certainly don't sometimes. You may not give a flute. But I do. You may feel your time abused. And I like time. But if I just stop for a second and back out of my corner of cheerios on the floor, there's something else there. Stark as day. Though brushed under the weight of all those barrels and your own hand on the door.

God answered my prayers. Simple as that.

I see it.       I see it and I can't help but be thankful.

Two Months and Two Days

I read it again. Forgotten how good it was. Near perfect actually. Impressively so. (sigh) And a chancy more open. More like you say. That. That is what I want. And I think you. The streets may be dark but there is something still there. Still waiting. Still.   I breathe again. sweet and cool. Not to chill, no. Soothe. And that is what is different. So. Very. Different.    And I love it.

A fault?      Possibly.       Hopefully not       ...in every sense of that word. Alone. But together never so. Not remotely.         Light at the end of the alley? Sure. But only if it's a street lamp. I prefer the black you see, all mud but the lines all clean.

A day after. And still nearly four years. Quite unlike the one. A moon? Possibly then. And now. Wane ending. Don't blow it out. Not a fool's errand. Just a chance. Wrongs right. Suches we could very well use. Edged out? Well, if so it shanty come to blows. There's still only one voice. That one that looks 'neath the bushes.

Jiggity Jig

Not sure whether it's true or not. Not that I've been told.

I'm hoping. Accustomed and yet untrusting. At times. Wind and rain. Bringing with it life. And happiness. But there is gold in the drought. And when the light hits it just right it can there be seen. Everything it seems is lighting. How to bring it? How to produce it? Wait. Smoke and mirrors and sounding brass. You know what it is but forget what it is not. A fortnight?      yeah I suppose. But never a day. Not one day. Pushing on that rock. Never moving but still giving to exhaustion, which, shall be say comes easy these days. Betimes.

A Scot.

And really,       really quite different.

Mr. Potter

 Confound it indeed! It shouldn't be that hard. No reason whatsoever! But it kills. Slowly. Just across the bridge. No, closer. Up and over the wall. Canaan. No, better. Just out of reach. No closer. Waiting only for the gate to be released. But it isn't Mr. Burns on the buzzer. And it isn't midnight. It isn't too late. There is still time. But somehow there isn't anything helping in this two buck world. Yes, somehow. Just over down the ridge. Green.

Green.

It is strange isn't it?

Jonah

...and all that water...

Nova

It's the unexpected. Literally. Hoped for. Feared. But always unexpected.       But oh so welcome. No equal. Nothing to compare. Right before the big game. The crowds, the roar, the shaking, the excitement.

And there. It came. Again. Lit up. A flare. Only on the road. Collapse without or within. Brightened. After much thought. Uncertainty.

But an answer.

1st and 3rd

It's not a game. Not at all. It's real. And it's in your face. Sometimes your grill could use a little cooking though. Singe the eye brows and such. And maybe that's the thing. I mean I tell Fletch that I can't take the heat and so generally I do walk myself back out the kitchen. But what if it is that fight that you were looking for? You never thought so, all those long socks. But what if it were? What then? Would you still stay there off the field and let someone else play on? Sure Samwise needs a lift of sorts, but...  well, that's why you're on the team.    Don't believe it? Check things out this saturday round. You'll see. ...I mean I'll see. But hey, maybe you too.

But then neither depends on me.        ...at least not entirely.

Check Yourself

What to do about it? We don't talk about it. It can be very surprising what you miss. Shocking really. That date. It rings in my mind. Why? I really couldn't tell you. Something from the past? A missed opportunity? What was it?... it was a Monday. Why Monday? Something happened the day before.    ... that was it. The three week appraisal. I've sort of stutter stepped since then. Still hoping. Still really not in the frame. Still learning to take pictures. But the moon is hard to capture. At least with the camera I have. I'll upgrade someday when I have a better job. And I'm getting there. Not the only place I'm getting, but yeah. Heck, maybe on an equitorial mount. Keep up with it James.

Maybe I'll try to learn patience with myself as well.

Some Week

Sort of more a month. With a kick of pepper in the face. I mean, if laundry is any indication, then the indication is that I'm right here and something massive is nearby.        It's all how you compare it. Oh. Dang.      And that is the problem.  ...I don't fly jets...

Finish the sentence on your own. But preferably with another. And yes, smile, it's already Tuesday.

To the Day

That quarter. That half. Now passed again.    ...hmph. It's interesting the things you forget. The things that you swore you'd never forget. A sight. A smell. A thought.     Action brings them all to a close. Inaction too. Our inertial frame tells no difference at who is driving. And so we're here. And in the literal sense of we I mean me. Not that it's royal or anything, it's just me. I digress.
It was strange to be there.... and yet ...  well strange. Loved it? Yeah. Very much actually. But I couldn't do it again. Not me.      But that's where you come in to play. Hopscotch anyone?  And though I'm not sure that I get it, I'm sure that I see something that I didn't before. It wasn't there. But it was. The whole time.

I'm sure this isn't different. Just watch.

March? Not Really

I don't know that it's ever happened to you. It's a hard thing really. An empty month. Just green and waiting but never opened. No break. No fiesta. No comida.

I guess at least there's rain to put you over until the time comes. But then... they say the time doesn't come if you don't make it. Huh.     ... a double meaning in that. On the brink of so many things. But only ever the brink.

A feeling not sought. At least not with everything. And that was the problem before. And so it passes. From the beginning past the end. And nothing.                More prepared?     ....           yeah. that is the question. In some ways yes. Honestly. In that way?      No. Sadly.

Saying broken. Sloshed back and forth on the pine. But not that one. Believing? Sometimes yes. Also believing? Sometimes yes.

And I guess that's what's important. Beautiful plaid and black? We may not hear ourselves but our souls shout it out.

No Eve, and I won't either.