November 28, 2007

Sometimes I want to shed the skin I have created these past 25 years. Slough all the old and just be new again, awkward. Back to a place where dreams were goals and not just something to do while I slept. Memories wouldn't haunt, laughter would be uncontrollable, tears would just be; no relation to seriousness. Just release the ego that has been created through the successes and failures and walk through my day. People would look at me and recollect having seen me before. They might wave and acknowledge a past version of myself. I would wave with innocent eyes and smile. I would grab them by the hand and we would run to the shore and find a place to create beauty, alone and together. We would recruit more people to loosen the grip of the past that seeks to mold tightened faces. Clouds would be a passing worry. Picknick blankets and sand between the toes, writing words that evoke all the emotions that they should. If someone finds a fault somewhere we would remind them that faults are required, a necessity.
Exhausted we would collapse on the sand and review our weightless labor, the clicking, the snapping into place that had eluded us. We will go back to the soul with which we began.
Setting sun, settling excitation, settlement of unrest. Mixed together, inseperable.
We will wander back, changed forever.