Sometimes a thought comes at you broadside and knocks you for a loop. You start thinking about things, and pretty soon you’re sitting on the curb with your head in your hands. Eventually, you shake it off and finish the walk home. Then, you write it down and show it to the world.
Dreaming Downhill
I remember topping the rise
Picked up a book one night
And the words were blurred
No warning
The boss laughed at me
Said I needed reading glasses
Oh
Dug in my heels
Thinking it was too early
I was too young
To start down the other side
Seemed like a long stretch of level
Should’ve come before the steep drop
Nope
Hit some rocks and flipped out
Into mid-air, screaming and flailing
Grabbed onto a bush
To slow myself down
Slid on my butt for a ways
Through poison ivy
Scratch
Dusted myself off
Zigged and zagged for a while
Going slow, making it last
Started wondering about the dreams
Forgotten… left behind
Should I go back for them
Sigh
Seeing I wasn’t dead yet, eventually
I decided, yes, new dreams
Easy ones maybe
But something to shoot for
Hoping the powder was dry
Trying to recall how many shots I’d fired
Days
And that’s where you find me today
Dreaming short dreams
Easing down the far side of the hill
The rainbow’s end in sight
Behind that next big rock
Pot of gold there… I think…
Not
Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn