an essay, of sorts...
Quite early one
morning, as we dye a log beige. The sun rushes by as it stands still outside
and in, offering two versions of now, one slightly less real than the other.
A version for
each eye, the left one recorded, the right, slightly obscured.
I watch, wait and
wonder.
Sit with me for a
while to see, with eyes closed, everything.
Balls, bags of
balls, multi coloured and offering the opportunity for play. A deliverance from
the mundane, through to a time less judgmental. A time where different
obsessions became the most important, most relevant, events consisting of those
now viewed as wondrous and free. Though real, and complex. In their day.
Wellington boots
anticipate raw experience and the opportunity to feed stimulated imagination,
as multi-coloured hats and sponsored bandana proclaim freedom of mind and a
chance to buy carefree simplicity for a while.
I sip, my coffee,
and watch… shorts, trolleys, ponchos, and balls.
Did you know, that
the Coyote symbol in Native American folklore can represent a trickster spirit?
We love America,
does America love us?
A coach journey
of thoughts returns, to left eye and right. One bright, and awake, one
constructing the same, as sun becomes a vision of a star by an unknowing hand.
Ignorance is
bliss, cooked up and served as a feast. We love a bit of novelty in the morning.
Until then, or
when, with a smile we wait.
Waiting, waiting
for what?
A hat to speak,
to talk of how we are, were, will be?
Sit, eyes closed,
to dance, to sing, to play where judgment fails to stop play.
It has been a
while, we have been away, but now we are here, and here to play.
We have invited
friends around to stay for tea.
You may take them
home, a piece at a time. Just pay your way, and consider the time, energy and
love involved.
In the pursuit of
stepping outside and becoming, what you are not.
Sixteen miles of
string, and a box in a case. A museum of an interlude.
Taking up space, that
was felt it should not, by the purist misplaced.
Come cut what you
want, and take away, a piece of the world they seek to display.
For the
trickster, the joker, the activist of peace. Walk on the wild side for a while,
and lament what we missed.
Why not stay a
while, and stop, snip and look,
and play, if you
please,
with me, and he,
and she.
WE LOVE YOU ALL
DO YOU LOVE WE?
X X
Jonny
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