Simple Joys

One of the simple joys of living in the neighborhood is how easily I can go to the Bookstore and on the way back stop at the Bike Shop. This would be a major outing to think about in Honolulu. Oh, by the way it was awfully cold. In Honolulu I would be in shorts.

I don’t belong here,

I’m out of sync with what’s around me.

My Heart doesn’t belong here;

It beats out of time,

 like a drum in the wrong song.

Oh, how I wish for a breeze to find me;

I’d scatter like confetti into the air,

Ending up in one million different places at once.

What a magical escape.

STUFF I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT

By 

Alicia Cook

Track Eighty Eight