I stroll this earth in all my Fragile trodding from point A to Point B. Clip Clopping in and out of the lives of others. My footfalls echo off their souls and their smiles which always seem to gradually fade.
But never mind me, just let it rain all around this person I call I, which was placed in this time, upon this big space by unseen hands, holy or not. Forgotten or not. I am here and that’s a good thing.
“Truth hits everybody, ” I heard her say, as she walked on by, and I could see the Hole in my Life in her words as she pushed her cart on down the street and rounded the corner leaving me to think on things too much. I have much yet do. Much more compels.
So Lonely you think I be? Not hardly, for I see others just as desperate as me trying to flee this dream. Stay oh rats! Stay. This is a grand ship! Let’s share a piece of cheese!
I pass a bakery and smell the sweet aroma of cinnamon and raspberry and it makes me Hungry for you and brings me to Once upon a daydream thinking of that when of wanting you to Be my girl, Sally , or whatever your name was back then.
Seven days was all it took to create this place so they say. Perhaps whoever did it should have taken just a little more time and perhaps, just perhaps, there might have been just a little less pain involved for us all. Ah I digress, I always do.
When the world is running down like the so called pundits and arm chair philosophers like to speculate about, I recall all the lost Sallys, and the sweet smells, and all the rain that I have tread in and I can only smile. Because those are my memories, my experiences and they may not be here tomorrow. No matter how bad they were, or good…they are mine and mine alone and I treasure that.
That’s the shape of my heart on the matter. So I continue to dream this dream.
By Philip Wardlow 2016
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 