Putting globules of memories into the air
Enabling the scent of the past to permeate the world
Rose and citrus mixed with grandma and the lake
Funny how smell is the sense that triggers all this
Urging us to remember
Molding the moment into something nostalgic
Except when it causes us to sneeze
Morning sunrise had its glory diminished by the fog wrapping the ground
It gave the world a sense of magical wonder
So rewarding those awake to witness the scene
That still isn’t enough to make me wake up that early voluntarily
Watch the way the world unfolds around you.
One thing leading to another in a vast circle of reality.
Notice how each piece is interlinked with so many other pieces.
Down to the knowledge that a star had to die to create the matter that makes you.
Ever sit there and just contemplate all that?
Realize that that feeling of awe is as normal as breathing, that you are a …
So do you believe in the magic that surrounds you?
Pushing the fantastical into the factual
Enabling imagination to define reality
Letting wonder bloom in the field of drab predictability
Let’s drink deep of this fever dream and cast our fancy into the world
Vagabond travels throughout the world
It allows for so many opportunities to touch lives
Simple sharing of a meal to participate in rambunctious parties
Invigorating dynamic exchanges of ideas and comradery
Then the postcards are the physical reminders of the adventures
Get off you backside and conquer your part of the world
Or not. Maybe you would rather use your imagination, no matter what just do you
Focused on manufacturing
And maximizing profits
Creating parts and pieces for consumption
Then spitting them out into the hopefully accepting world
Ordering the chaos of creation into ridged steps
Reaching for peek throughput and yields
Yet that damn Murphy was always on the visitor’s list
Getting through the tight squeeze called life was always a challenge
As her whole existence had been between a rock and a hard place
Perhaps that’s why she was able to surprise them when she cracked her world and began to fly
Heroes wielding swords and rescuing damsels in distress were in short supply at Walmart so…
Emily decided that it was time for her to grab her own murder instrument and show the world
Life and society thought she didn’t have what it took to get things done, that she needed a savior
Perhaps they should have thought twice before she began her rampage. Now those idiots needed…
Lifting a scoop of earth.
And smelling the damp dark soil.
Nothing Is quite like it in the world. It recharges the soul.
Doing the same with this white stuff? Yeah, not that.