Some days I find myself chasing the skies, looking for stars that are hidden in the vast blue. Some days I am lost in the clouds, trapped by cotton visuals. Some days I hide behind Saturn with a kaleidoscope of halos around my body. Some days I want to be lost on Pluto, unseen, unheard.
I want to spend my Sundays where whales congregate to sing
Where my vision is blurred through turquoise lens
Where children water board on rainbow surf
And time is judged by the position of the sun
Rain clouds are a thing of beauty, not of dread…
Where fools gold bring peace of mind
Somewhere where everyday feels like Sunday
Nothing better than a Sunday morning island sunrise.
Last night I had a dream, I was standing on top of a Himalayan mountain, perched above the clouds, where the air is thin and you can see your breath. Somewhere where men have been before. Drunk from the pristine air, I stepped onto nothingness but standing on what felt like a pillow. Then I was walking on rainclouds. The wind moaned with the melody of church organs. The moisture hugs me like a lover at the end of a relation ship. Then I stop in between two mountains. Like life I wait, content yet confused, hopeful yet questioning.
Hey, Joe, Joe, I man talking to you. You going ignore me eh? boy you lazy for so you know. Well I go talk anyway. You remember when we used to steal old man Johnson’s boat and go fishing in the middle of the night. Yes man, we used to have a lot of fun. Oh remember when i caught that shark, ohhh yes, right on the bloody line too. I was the champion fisherman then eh? You listening to me Joe, Bunjayyy, you not listening. You remember the morning that old man Johnson caught us. Ohhh that was a riot I tell you. yes man, we did not even see them, here we come, you in the water pulling the boat behind you. Here I was, standing on the stern of this little boat like I was some big time captain, me hand over me eye like some explorer looking for new land. Boy I tell you, old man Johnson and you mother was waiting for we. Your mother had a belt in she hand already. Boy, I never seen you run so fast ever, but boy you mother was even faster, That woman took off after you like a cat running from water. I eh never seen a old woman move so fast. I tell you, before you got to the road she was already there waiting on you. that woman is an expert at swinging a belt. To this day people still talking about the scandal, I mean they even call the police on we. I thought we were going to jail you know. Did you ever take that boat again eh? Joe, Joe I is talking to you man. Damn that Boy lazy for so you know.
Ahhhh the weekend is upon us, how about we relax and float, simmer down, take it easy, live while we living, cool yuhself, maintain, in short, lets make the weekend cool runnings.
Some days the clouds just seem confused, should they be gray, should they be white. Sometimes, when the sun manages to peek out, the edges of the clouds turn into a pale yellow, and the green leaves looks a little golden in the pale sunlight. In the habour, the ocean’s surface marched in a parade of choppy little waves. Then the sun retreats behind a gray cloud, and the sky, the leaves, and the choppy bursts into sliver flashes.
Wake up, its time to draw back the curtains and let the sun shine in.
Somewhere in Eastern Kentucky
There are shadows against the gray blue sky
Silhouettes, like men, reaching for the stars
Clouds like vanilla cotton candy
Branches reach up to the eatable sky
Tree trunks, majestic, mother earth’s flag pole
Dark underbrush, hiding place for creature small
Somewhere in the holler, where green grass sparkles blue
And Cardinals fly low, red against the blue grass
Yellow Golden Rods cover the rolling hills
Bobcats prance across the creeks
And deer run freely on the hill next to the train tracks
And back in the valley, where the trees reach out to the sky
A peaceful rythem echos whrn the wind rushes through the leaves.
Though the sun don’t shine today, the colours are still bright. You can look out your back door and see the gray clouds, you can still see the silver morning, the blue skies, the green trees with a yellow tint like the sun shines through the clouds. You can still hear the cows , the goat and the sheep. you can still feel the breeze, smell the crisp air. Its morning, listen to the rooster, the natural alarm clock.