Meandering

by Dawn Hunt

 

Wow!

It’s the first sunny day, in something like weeks.

I feel like going out and shouting to the sky.

In gratitude!

 

I had far too much to drink last night.

Don’t remember getting back,

Or if I even went to that second pub or not…

It’s ridiculous

I don’t like it;

So why why why do I do it?

 

It’s just me!

Meandering again.

Can’t get those meandering thoughts out of my head…

Let alone the music.

Then again, the music’s a good thing,

It’s my only escape.

 

If I think about it

And I think too much,

I’ve got a lot to drink away.

 

Social dictates say,

Mustn’t grumble.

 

I have a beautiful home,

Beautiful child,

Beautiful clothes.

 

No rainbows here,

It’s just all in my head!

 

It’s just me.

Meandering again.

Can’t keep those meandering thoughts out of my head.

 

Sometimes I have sensible thoughts pass through.

Like,

Hey, those two healing sessions really helped my kid get through a hard time in his life…

Or

I’ll make a sweet potato stew tonight for dinner…

 

But, those are boring,

Ordinary,

Sensible thoughts.

 

It’s just me.

Meandering again.

Can’t keep those meandering thoughts from my head.

 

And why should I?

 

I went under water years ago,

And never came up.

Never had a chance to mourn about it…

 

So do I do it?

Open right up and let people know how weird I am?

Put all those weird thoughts into words?

 

Nope!

Some one would have me locked up.

 

The professionals would be pounding at my door.

“We’ve come to take away your child”.

 

It’s just me.

Meandering thoughts again…

 

Christians have a tired old cliché of

“God doesn’t give you anything you can’t handle”.

 

So burn them all,

Burn them all at the stake!

 

It’s my sensory deprivation that makes me weird.

The devil made me think that…

 

Any one of our senses could be stolen away.

Like some one stealing your money.

Your passport,

Or your dog…

 

No.

Those things are replaceable.

 

It’s just me,

And my meandering thoughts again.

 

I’m sure people know I’m a bit weird.

They just don’t say so.

 

It’s just them.

Being charitable,

Being nice.

 

But hey, I like being weird.

Like keeping people interested.

 

So I’ll just shut up and keep to my weird thoughts and funny feelings.

So,

Don’t send the thought police around just yet…

 

 

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