“Version of…I don’t know and things I get frustrated at but…glad for afterwards…”
What version of old will I be?
Old – before my time old – inside and out?
Old but “cool” old- air in the hair (yes HAIR),
cool convertible old but fun?
“Critical of”old in attitude and young in vigor…
…yet the same myself —
I want to be old and bring class to the classification
letting the young in – forever.
Waking up – refreshed, oblivious to obstructions –
ready to RUN – walk – do anything
to the days of S L I D I N G into bed – A Narnia from
obstacles and tasks of the day –
yet these are the days that allow me to relish zooming days
– zooming past obstacles and tasks, and things, things to cover
even the calmest day provides a rollercoaster of unexpecteds –
allows me no room for boring – plenty of room for frustration and untilled
possibilities – this makes the day even brighter, even more possible.
I wonder at old age – those that have fallen into my daily life along the way –
Walking some days and the reality of their presence almost bursts my emotions into
tears without warning – Why so strong out of where? all of a sudden?
I find there are volumes, yes, versions of me I still have to discover
I still don’t know, can’t explain, but I cling to memories that fill me up like a
64 oz bottle of JOLT- faces- laughs – experiences – moments –
“Give unto others as you’d have done to yourself…”
I’m happy for the saddest moments and sad for the happiest moments to end-
what kind of version of old will I yet be?
The crinkle of leaves parachuting to the secluded street corner
frisbees sharing secrets along the way
feathers brushing against a canvas of wind
roots shoveling the ground like a machine
clouds pushing the sky back
ink sliding down to make a point
s stare screaming in a fearful moment
fireflies sliding against the darkened night
whiskers pointing to the unreachable object
water struggling with the moment of solitude
smiles slashing, crashing the silence
tears shattering the memory
silence dividing a life
thoughts – worth more than
a thousands words
and a picture.
Wow – now 12:25 and what an OPEN MIC NIGHT! WOW! Meeting Peter from Australia, seeing Obi reading sophisticated prose, Mr Hamilton, Ms Gallie, and Mr Brake participating in Mr Hamilton’s PLAY script! – Jack, Louis, and also friends leaving Mexico, friends returning to Mexico, people prompted to come up and read based on the energy and excitement of others, VFW Mic Night was AWESOME – and we hung out to hear the music afterwards with the band that came in – W O W! – I knew there was a reason I came here…