Thursday, June 10, 2010
I labored to get here - at this park where parents are rooting for their
sons' baseball teams.
I quit all sports once I realized they were war like - pinning sides
against each other.
As soon as I sat, the sun went to lunch with five aggressive clouds.
Maybe the sun was bullied into it?
I look up and scan the upper atmosphere for SOS signals.
He catches my eye and says, "I'll see you in 15."
Is that enough?
"Common you wouldn't do that," says the swarm of flies that are
flying at all directions two feet above my head.
They look like winged chocolate sprinkles.
Or at least I tell myself they do, so they're close proximity doesn't
What's worse - not having friends or not having friends that don't love
to internal seclusion when the hard parts of life exasperate you.
"Sun, you said 15 minutes. All I'm getting is a breeze, although the
breeze is relieving."
The sun peeks his face through, "Minutes? I could have meant hours,
"You can't be serious," I say.
"You can't depend upon me or anyone else to make you feel better
"O Sun , you know me by name? That makes me feel better."
"I think I'm going to lather myself in Water Babies sunscreen,
the scent triggers pleasant memories."
It begins to rain.