Saturday morning. A day to go see witches and wizards - again. the children grown beyond their make-believe and on the edge of what now? Some to college - but they and all the others will soon pay for the clues, we always do pay for clues it seems.
"When I Was Twenty..."
Outdoor cafe
coffee
open journal
flowing ink
the world flowing by...
awaiting friends to pause.
When I was twenty -
Beaches held gunfire
roaring ears...
pulses measured in mini
heart attacks
and legs so heavy
you remembered how to pray.
Drinking was illegal
but we all cheated
often
and without any class to it.
We imagined -
our selves,
legends-in-our-time -
GIANTS doing as giant do
being as GIANTS are...
children of lesser-gods.
...and we died hard
for every sin in man's litany of omission.
We were right, wrong,
and every shade of meaningless in-between.
God cried, we cried,
they cried -
everything cries,
when it must
and in its own time.
We had heroes too -
old school
life's school
people that somehow had MORE
when so very few had ANY...
Heroes.
Twenty was a good year
- a very good year -
to become twenty-one.
Chris