His Longing

Content to absorb the stillness of complacency.

Unrepined to bend my back
to the breaking point

To heave n' ho

Next to my blue-collar cohorts

Our arms casting up & down, to & fro

In unison as we throw
the hammer and turn the wrench

To the sound of Led Zepplins and CCRs,

The working man's song.

Each gear adjusted to perfection

The smell of salty sweat pouring from
our silky leather skin.

We smile as our fat satisfied bellies

Drape across the hoods.


I looked out the bay door

At ease, to see a finished lot.

to lay my weary eyes

On the sight of the ocean tide,

Me, sitting on the sand, toes not daring to be
touched by the wayward waves

Joined only by the sunset

And the note of The Waters shaking hands with The Sands.


Suddenly-

LIGHTNING! strikes the rippling tide

A fire burns inside me.

Lunging to my feet,

the water rapidly covering my toes, ascending up my thighs.


I am compelled to surf the waves,

Stand next to the captain, as I

turn the wheel and guide the ship,

Life is a Highway and Journey alternating on the am/fm radio

Anticipatorily resigning to parasail the skies,

In the freefall of the wind as

I look down on my new found friends;

The glowing jellyfish as it smiles back at me

From a mouth I cannot see,

The silver dolphins who rush from the depths of the sea

To eagerly wave hello,

My eyes look out to see

The seagull silhouetted by the sun,

Floating next to me as I sail the clouds

And scan the endless seas.

Ordinary gone . . .

Time to move on . . .

Written: Sept. 9th , 2008