Ball and Chain

December 31, 2014 – Ball and Chain

Gleefully I danced on the fore-deck, free/ form inspired/ birds skimming /sun-sparkled/ floating/easily not moving / merely a /wing; too soon I entered the officer lounge with its smoke, whisky, riddles and card tricks; too briefly I visited the crew lounge where segregation and racism were boldly and baldly set on the table to be lamented.

I am humbled by the malleability of my mind and its vulnerability in view of those foods entering my body, my six sense doors.

It is with the more-than-half-full moon I chose to commune – luminosity pouring over the waves of the Pacific, marking with a wide, liquid stroke time’s passing and the turning of the calendar page-

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