slow and double eyed...
a lazy man's wink....
And a gazillion years have passed.
The grass is up to my knees,
and the wishing pond is a bejeweled frog's farm....
My body aches..
from Time Traveling,
falling,
bumping,
bruising....
forgetting to watch out,
hold on,
count to 10 before I jump.....
I'm old again....
I drink my beer cold
and hobble in high heels....
I wrinkle just a little bit more with every summer tan...
I can still party all night,
but it takes me three days to raise my head when the music stops...
I'm in Cahoots with Kimbies...and my baby sister Love...
and sometimes total Strangers that I've known forever
or just a moment.....
Tonight,
when I stopped by to visit Mom....she was playing the harmonica...
Beautiful and Blonde and in her very own world....
She smiled with (My very own smile 25 years from now)
and for a moment she wondered who I was.....
and then she hugged me....
And showed me her circles....
Painted and drawn,
dribbled on paper towels and canvas and paper back books...
Circles with eyes and occassional noses and fins and tails and melting peace signs....
Circles with sun rays and stingers and puddles and weeds....And words....
Shes' an Artist, you know.....
And I do know....
So I smiled with My Mother's smile (25 years before today) as I waved good-bye and glanced at the row of glistening Metallic Blue Shrubs lining her porch......
and remembered the little can of spray paint on her dining room table...fluorescent orange....
Just Waiting.........on her imagination.....
And me,
to follow her footsteps.....
No comments:
Post a Comment