Sprawling meadow
Tree line
Thin quilt, not a blanket or a beach chair
Wildflowers
No poolside, but maybe a pond, distant
Blue skies and big white, puffy clouds
No cell phones…okay maybe my laptop
Diet coke and fruit
It’s warm and a slight breeze…comfort
Happy place
My robe is on inside out
Headache is dissipating
Dreamt of car crash
Loud heavy impact, pushing
I wake up before the car stops spinning
Recall thoughts of the kids
Where are they? Are they here in the car?
What will they do without me?
Am I on the wrong path?
Are my dreams at the end of that other road?
If I turn around now, it’ll take me forever to get there…
To catch up. I don’t have time to make it up
How long DO I have?
Should I change direction, or just keep going?
Do I need to change direction?
Kids again…are they suffering?
Decisions, Angst…What’s at stake?
Pay the bills? Grasp fulfillment? Both? Neither?
Knees connect with hardwood
Quiet, still…His will
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Quiet, still…His will" Oh... oh. Gotta go do something about all this tear-spill. Oh. Okay... that got me. Took me by my shoulders, it did, and gave me a good shaking. And it didn't even rhyme. Okay...
