2Square

Palm trees sway in the wind.. No shirt on and it's the middle of December.. So much has happened in a short year.... Last January was spent in a unheated warehouse in London.... a long winter....now it feels like an extra long summer...skipping Christmas along with every thing else.. New life, new beginnings, new endings... Am I missing out or seeing more?..seagulls glide overhead... Silently hovering... It reminds me of my youth... And my father... The summers spent stretching out over sandy grass on the beach in Canada... The innocence... The old familiar scents of my grandparents home... Long ago they drifted off into the distance.. Now just a memory swirling around my head... Much like the bag blowing in slow circles across the beach...painting a picture on a broader spectrum now... Used to live life by the flashy lights... They slowly fizzled out over time.. Swept out to sea with the undertow...now I just watch the rearview mirror for flashing lights as I drive ..or over my shoulder in the blackest of nights .. The only sound is the faint rattle of a marble in a metal can...or the thumping of my heart if you care to listen...spaceships take me higher into the atmosphere.. Have I entered my own space ? Outer space? Inner space?....a unbalanced life hangs by a thin thread about 50 feet or more above very unforgiving concrete....please don't let this cheap rope break...is ones only thought as the ground moves further away ...I push this thought quickly to the back of my mind...as i inch higher and higher towards my destiny....these dreams give way in the light.. Another moon rises and sets... The sun follows suit....now chasing the setting sun...the father.. The son..epic stories of success or failure...right now it's hard to figure....no matter how much calculation and careful consideration is or isn't given....new equations give rise...along with the sun.. And the son... Planes take off overhead..shooting away into distant lands... New hopes and dreams.. Or just the same ones...promised lands..promised people...paper airplanes...in cloudy skies.. Please don't rain down on my parade..a single march turns to a double...will we see new lands in March? What about April?....what about Carol? Subliminal and fictional drawings...etched with the heavy hand of a caveman.. Banging a solid fist against his chest... Or a seemingly solid wall..the boomstick... A witch in the clouds on a broomstick taking off somewhere in the distance...jv