To dance on notions of broadminded hopes n rub glass into bright eyes meant for wonder.
In the 60s we got high and said, “why?” In the 70s we got higher and said why not. In the
80’s we put it all asunder said, no, not I, there’s too much money to be made. ..In the 90s,
aw fuck the 90s, the stock exchange geared up to kill the hope and wonder. ..Now here in
the 21st Century, planted in pop digital un-reality, in awe, we shirk the blunder; capitulate
¿Si habla español? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4YMCfosUyTA&feature=related
Making-out deep in the heart of adagio, the two lovers bare lips to tongue and hope and
hands and wonder and sinew and oiled skin on skin and everything spirit and body upon
the center where both of them transfix on their rapt harmonious moment of imperfect bliss.
Between cover of Pima cotton sheets, beside southern-facing window breeze, ...lingering
well into late morning late-summer sunshine, involved and intertwined, ..this story of one
woman and one man begins to unfold, ..ascends towards the coming together of a love.
Fast forward 22-some-odd years to today. Jeez! What an imagination we must have had.
The love sustains; the passion remains..attainable when the blood counts are near normal;
the laughter and appreciation of a well situated late-summer windowpane. The babies that
came, not together…but not really so far apart, have grown-up well and strong and good
lookin’ and not without character and skills . . . but, affected by their vague 21st Century.
Two factions, maybe neither thinking pure thoughts with regards to the best notions of
humanity in the good company of earth and sea, sun and moon, argue over everything
from soup to nails to global contamination and its potential catastrophes, . . . seemingly
present in this week’s Florida weather trend and in the pictures our Professor of Botany
friend takes every year on his visits to Alaska; . . . the building of billboards continues.
“I think that I shall never see a billboard lovely as a tree. INDEED unless the billboards
fall, I’ll never see a tree at all,” said Ogden on his way up sum suburb road to the mall to
buy gifts for the kids and the in-laws. After all the tide had turned, but..then another spill.
I think most of us know by now that too many important decisions were axed for sake of
greed and plausible deniability, too far back in history to maybe ever see a true recovery.
As I weigh the difference between the factors of liberal Baerwald and liberal Heathcliffe,
taking into earnest consideration the apparent due diligence explored & expressed therein
& herein, and after reading Vonnegut’s Galápagos again, I am...stilled by muddied waters
as I have been for some time now while pulled apart by the notion that people persevere;
and if people persevere then, in the good company of a belief in love, there must be hope.
[please insert fabled video for A Brand New Morning here]
