Seven Moons

One day the light turns on - bright - very bright - so bright you need to cover your eyes. Contemplating the brightness the mind roars like a jet taking off at Laguardia airport. Darkness still flashes holding your day sight at bay.

Life - or what you thought about your life stalks across the screen. 1 plus 1 no longer become 2. An algebraic equation takes its places rightly where the addition should have been but is no more.

Complications muddy the waters that once were tamed and flowed south. Now the unclear waters swirl and spout little tips of bubbly water. A blowhole appears and and changes the serenity of the landscape.

Alice stumbles toward the tea party and the white rabbit runs and hides.

Eye of god

It begins late as the sun dips slowly into the gulf. The incessant quiet fills the air with wasted space. Long ago and far off in the distance thunder crackles against the steady beat of rain on the still pool water. A sound that softens the soul and inspires the imagination.

The search begins and slips slowly across the horizon of living. Consequences are considered and filed somewhere in that space of forbidden thoughts. The mind spiraling like a spring - sprung - bent with tears holding no trial over the condemned.

Time - delayed - dissected - diluted with despair and delight - moving forward faster than lightening along the coast. Swells from the storm lap with intensity while the spirit renews and regenerates.

Seeking out the Seven Moons while the earth watches in fascination and laughs at the innocence.