I’ve been trying to catch the deluge in a paper cup. In fact, there is so much deluge my eyes are crossing and I’m having the most amazing dreams (when I finally give up and go to bed).
Now you know why I go at the pace I go, and why I’m always five pokers in the fire. It’s the access to the upper levels of an awesome dreamscape.
I have watched a distant family member die, and become a zombie… and realized I probably couldn’t give a headshot when it’s necessary. I’ve found that person that I’ve sought for years, and shared a laugh and a beer. I’ve traveled the walls of the house of my nightmares, taken my own hand as a child and stepped out of the door to nowhere.
I’ve seen my daughters grown and with their own families, and I’ve gone to the past and roasted marshmallows with my uncle. My grandparents have come to dinner in the new house, and I’ve walked the dock and cut leeches at Shoal Lake with my cousins.
I have literally throttled the tears out of someone, then hugged them as tight as I could. I have spoken my mind and driven with the windows open at breakneck speeds over country roads at night.
I have looked into the blue depths of those eyes and known that they look back and see the me that I am, truly.
And now at quarter to four in the morning, I smile, look at the lengthy to-do list and know I shall lose myself in the iridescent light again.
Fy nghalon, fy nghariad, fy golau.
