I fell asleep.
Toes in the water and hands plopped up across the oar I had laid across my lap
I woke up when I bounced into a fallen tree.
The next morning after showering, I noticed I had a tan line...
an inverted tattoo.
Circular and cocked sideways.
The tan may fade and the lines may blur together again on the canvas of my skin, as I soon will be heading to the beach.
But hopefully the peace will continue to soak right into the fiber of my being...
The sounds from inside these four walls.
Two confused and excited, but mildly jealous dogs thump their tails on the hardwood floor. They have to touch me, constantly touch me. Labored breathes come from the sleeping one sprawled out upon his new-found makeshift throne, here at Skinny's House of Healing.
Sounds from outside ripping and whipping their way inside.
The wind is howling making the oak trees sound like an excited ocean... the wind chimes sound like a carnival gone mad ... together they muffle out the train in the background.
The phone rings and I pick it up....'Hello...'
S-T-A-T-I-C.
'Hello?'
.......Welllllll, I can't quit you baby......
echoing through the telephone lines.
I set it down & hit the speaker button.
I can hear the laughter, the clutter, the clamoring, the static and the blues and I wished I could climb right through those virtual telephone lines....
ARTWORK: Telephone Lines by Sister Singleton of Just Give Me Peace...my favorite hippie, my favorite artist...
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