Picked up from my seat and plopped in a boat on the lake.
And just like that
There I was Burned and giddy
With the Nelsons
Who are part of the ever-diverging people.
It was my first and last time on the boat.
Skinny as a sardine and head over heels
and so very bright eyed.
Swiftly, moved to my desk.
Who is the lord of The Lord of the Rings?
I.
A kingdom of notes and ideas?
Here.
Held within tight confines of my room.
It was life for sure.
For how could I help but feel the
pulse of the guitar,
pull of the Almighty,
the story,
Togetherness,
The pinch of the growing foot in the ever shrinking shoe.
I read an article once called "Stop Remembering"
Scholars say the more you recall a specific memory the less truthful it becomes.
That makes me a reckless mythmaker on days like this.
Days where I am slightly out of focus
All is is strangely dim.
But who's to say that ska was wrong?
That the anthems were off?
That here is better than there?
And now I'm here.
