Remember those kid images of the world with a face,
an expression to describe the sentiments of health or sorrow,
only now do I sometimes imagine that,
my world coming complete with a mood,
not mine of the moment, but my natural outlook,
a cloud-filled sky for the cynic and smirk for the opportunist.
Collateral on Snoqualmie Pass from this crazy winter. This camera won't be reporting traffic any longer. (image from the wsdot.wa.gov website)
Sleeping on my stomach,
I would dream of boot straps,
the sun reflecting in the sand,
or the sinking feeling of mud on my palms,
supporting me with the sludge created in the rain.
My mouth speaks to my ear:
"what do you feel?"
but the ear is unable to reply,
will I wake in desperation or
pick up a new book to write,
to forget by the morning.
