Today it's about going home. The wind shivers the plants and trees into a peaceful dance, a gyrating celebration of the coming rain. I dance with them.
Are you afraid of the weather? Does it look yucky to you? I welcome the deep rolling sounds of the clouds above. They sing me home. I karaoke in the car with them.
The drip drops wet the wood of the deck outside my window. Wash me home. I have become so abstract lately, and now I wish to be tangible. This body has no substance. I wash away with the rain.
Carry me through one branch after another. Slide me softly around forms of all kinds. Today, when the day looks like night, it's about going home.
1 comment:
Paul,
Thank you for this informative and insightful post. An honest perspective on the issue that needs to be heard and heeded. Would you mind if I tip my hat to it on my own blog by way of a link to it?
Oh, also, I just happened to notice (not hen-pecking you or policing you here) that the link on your blog to my blog (in the sidebard) needs an update. It is now located at http://wilderdaze.wordpress.com. This is a blog supported by WordPress instead of Google's Blogger.
--Dustin
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