You know there's a hurricane coming up the Bayou. It's pushing north all of those waves again, and I can feel the rupture of the seas inside. Breaking, to know it's suffocating the air from the pocket between dazzling waters & the sky heavens-upward.
Wonder if it'll reach my doorstep just aside, in a giant puddle --- and we'll all have to paddle away in wooden canoes..... and breathe slowly looking at the sight around.
Beautiful destruction, like snow covering everything white and pure.
Beautiful destruction, like snow covering everything white and pure.
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As a kid one evening, the tide went very, very far out in the Bay, a rare event in nature --- so that the new lapping edges almost started at the opposite shore a mile off ---- and you could walk & frolic in quarter-inch mushy sand all the way past where a day ago was drowning height.
I remember how tall my father seemed with his dark hair and thick coat, how beautiful the stormy sky looked, and how strange it was that something I loved could just recede…..
How it was truly magic.
In such a child's way -- I wondered if the water would ever return, and if I'd ever remember that moment & sight -- so I squeezed my eyes real tight and froze it. Re-opened them, and Dad hollered over the wind; "Let's head home sweetheart, Mom will be worried"
What I'd give to go back there, how it seemed (for the first of many times), like nature itself --- felt like me. Like my insides mimicked entirely. So many years before the first heartbreak, but I felt it coming just then --- without the words to define the thought. Or even the idea of love.
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Now, oh…. think I need a couple months just of thought. + A thousand years of nights just lovin'. + Candlelit baths, lounge chairs outside in the woods, all the pages and canvases to cover. All to re-start my body again.
Feel only -- and all of --- the moments that chase the nightmares away.
All of the passion I no longer understand so fully. Less than that child on the shore. She knew everything, and then forgot it all.
Guess that's how it goes, waiting for the next storm. Readying ourselves for winter coming shortly. Readying our minds for new moons and new….decisions.
In the morning I'll drive down to shore just to see an old friend for a little while. Just to know from where I come.
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