Time Passes

"It will never be this day again" she thought, as she opened the shutters. Glorious.

Such a fleet river will carry us all downstream. I thought I might watch from the bank for a while. So I sat down among the pebbles and did so. Ten years passed. If not longer. Unchanged, I dipped a toe in the water. It is cold and muddy. Quick fish nip at your flesh. My arms float but I am not buoyant. It requires some effort.There was a boat and I got in. Now we're moving swiftly, now we're not. Then, before present, every which way looks lost. I sit in back to power, I sit up front to steer. The navigator, himself not with us in our boat but on a bridge just ahead reminds me of someone I've seen. In my sleep? He knows the waters but not the way. Shiva dreams reality while Brahma sings existence. This is the swimming portion. I'm looking for fins I can't find. Do you use fins in a stream like this? I have questions. There is no response. I am weighted. I am wading. It's not so deep as I thought but if I don't use my strength to cut through the current I won't get to the end in time. I wished for companions. I yearned for an audience. I'm alone but not frightened. I guess because it's busy not lonely. And there's so much to look at, which I've seen. Doing now, doing this. Deep breath.

She considered calling this piece "Of Consciousness" but thought better of it. The baby cries so she stops typing and goes upstairs.

Like Shards

Every step hurts like hell when you're broken and barefoot, just trying to make it home before it rains.

In the New House

Here we are, safe and sound, in Rockland, USA. It's what I always dreamed life would be. You shouldn't say these things out loud. You shouldn't say these things out loud. You should shout out gratitude and whisper your fears. Moving forward, finally, after all these years. A sweet place for peace and prosperity?

I once again feel a deep connection with a distant past. My adolescence is two decades overdue to end. Everything reminds me of everything. Canopies of fully realized summer leaves shelter us on our walks to town. We live up on the hill, set back from the fray, just a few short block from an ocean I know almost nothing about.

I love this little house; it felt like home immediately. Familiar birds sing to Violet in the morning from outside.

Well

Well, that was shitty.
But I think I'm coming out of it.

First Sentence

I was born in the waning days of the century of unrestraint.