Awake

16 Jul

DSCN1443It would have been easy to create out of indignation.  That was the initial mantra though and it was sitting there. Stirring back and forth – ever precarious and ready to ejaculate into the universe. But, he slurped it back in and swallowed hard. He thought back to an old church marquee he had seen years ago somewhere in the sawgrass outlying areas of the coastal South: SAILING A CALM SEA A SKILLED SAILOR DOES NOT MAKE.  Now, the storm churned and with it the Sisyphean onslaught of whitecaps, swells, squalls. Eyes become slits. Focus…breathe…and alight.  He had to let go and so he started up.

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