motorcycle roaring down an anonymous country road
late at night somewhere in the distance- maybe a mile away, maybe a thousand miles away
february nights are for dreaming about what may come to pass
long dark december nights are for rueing what actually happened
I took my medicine and now we’ll see where the medicine takes me
ahhhhhh, the soul stirring peacefulness of 3 a.m.
fell asleep/unconscious bliss
woke from a tremendously tremendous wonderful life changing exciting spectacular
superlative experience and in the end, it was just a damn dream
it’s freezing lonely mind and I’ve got 1000 miles ahead of me
I’m just a wanderer, from one land mine to another
two days later I pull into the driveway bleary-eyed but glad to be home
crashed for a spell, then called a friend
we drank a vodka toast to Mother Russia and tried to do Russian dances
which ended up with both of us falling on the floor and moving frantically
like upside down bugs and laughing wildly
he went home and I started thinking about the ebb and flow of the universe
lit a red candle and some patchouli incense…just because
rain falling, river flowing, mountain standing
meditated until I fell asleep
got up in the late morning and felt chilled, forgot to turn the furnace on
made some hot chicken noodle soup and that took the chill off me straightaway
walked down to the little market store on the corner
bought some French bread to eat with the soup
later, going walking in the woods…destination unknown, I may come back or I may not
