Four walls, hard wood floors, a descending ceiling. Lying flat on my back, looking at the blue sky between the blinds. These thoughts running full of life in my head, tiresome. A “sneeze” with no bless-you.
Soft sheets, and fluffy pillows. Underneath a heavy quilt, my body shivering, legs aching. Around my neck, wrapped in my soft orange blanket, a childhood reminder that I will never be alone. Lying still, moving around, restless.
A warm coat, gloves and scarf. Strong shoes, and corduroy pants. Walking the street from what I call home, feelings walking though my veins from my heart, thoughts running throughout my body from my head. Slowly connected, realized and understood. Beautiful leaves dance beneath my feet, nature alive as it sleeps. This world, changing in its routine, Life developing, no matter what.
Another sneeze, still no bless you. Pulling a tissue from my inside pocket, a tear rushing down my face quickly caught. I stretch my arms above my head, then rest them arm over arm, hugging, comforting. Then a bless you I hear mixed in with my own thoughts.
I tossed the rope of orange and green around my neck, slid my hands into my pockets and listened to the soles of my shoes dance the sidewalk home
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