8-30-11

Loose wires and random bolts-
cables, plugs, and circuits-
programmed to the serenity of an
empty pond-
the day is overcast-
the air, sharp-
that sweet November air
dancing into my nostrils-
it’s all in my head, this daydream-
this world of thought as grand as a
galaxy, but resting comfortably in a
tiny speck of dust-
a universe of fantasy resting in a grain
of sand at the tip of my shoe-
but oh, how beautiful it looks in my head-
loose wires and random bolts-
cables, plugs, and circuits-
programmed to the serenity of a
green countryside-
jarred by the shriek of an alarm clock-
it was beautiful in my head-
wonderful while it lasted-
like a mechanic, I tool away at
the screws, solder the bits, and
turn the knobs-
attempting to send signals to exotic
destinations-
and receive them in the proper place-
I toil all day in this bucket of parts,
piecing together a picture of functionality-
weaving a dream that decides to stick around
in its original form-
some of them work-
others get tossed for scrap-
others I save for quiet days and solitude-
funny how a smile can spark a wildfire
of creativity-
fallow fields become ripe vineyards-
and shallow ponds become oceans-
all with a simple gesture*

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