Archives for 2019

We float while they surf.

We chat while they sand wood.

We eat while they sing strange harmonies that soothe.

We get younger while they bathe in silk.

We think and conclude brilliant things.

We do not need saving.

We soar.

The swoosh of small paper bags floating past as we stirred the mixture, was silently deafening.

We have no passages. On fulcrums, we lean and then, dart away into a warm hazy future.

We are qualified to do what you ask, yet we will wait to say “yes” until we are ready.

In the end what we need to know without any doubt is “are you ready?”.

Disappearing assets and the boys with silver shoes.

Shoe laces over a hundred feet long.

Pleasant banks that listen like warm, caring therapists and prescribe cash sparingly.

Fast moving snails and slow bikers on the round road to never blush and never flush.

Now, this may be the way Vegas could be if it had an imagination.

Just mashed pastry with a side serving of gululania syrup and cinnamon.

There is too much talk about food, and not enough talk about food.

Don’t forget, some people still need it.

Some still lack decent food.

And we, in some countries, treat it as automatic, grows-on-trees and just falls into our lap.

Not always.

It was a starter kit.

We were about to discover what the start was, the beginning.

The aim was to be a finisher, a graduate, a skilled user of crayons.

The next stop was professional duster of shelves and corners.

Then, turner of pages in a book (the old type).

Then, compliment-issuer for people telling jokes (“wow, that was so funny!”).

All good things begin, it seems they don’t have to end.