story of Sunday

I seem to retell myself the story

Of Sunday morning

After church and going out to breakfast

To my grandparents’ house

I would always wonder upstairs

to the spare room which once was my dad’s

there was also a magazine rack in the bathroom

although I had never seen

anyone other than family go upstairs to that bathroom

only 2 massive magazines held the spot

and every week I would take them

into my dad’s childhood room and flip through the pages

Time magazine 1969 man’s first steps on the surface of the moon.

Looking back its crazy how interesting it was to me then

None of my friends cared much about it

I would ask my dad and my grandfather all about it

Such a feet to accomplish and

It was amazing to me how they made it look so perfect

for the cameras and the history of it all

Trying to understand why it happened and then it stopped

As I got older my Sunday morning story changed and always changes

Tomorrow it will change as well

Bouncing into a new year

Wondering now what might

the breakfast conversation be about this week?

keep it to myself

At a young age

we are taught about the globe

and where we live

on the map of the world.

My sister and her young daughters are seeing it now

Both have been to Brazil and back to north America at least once

As a Christmas gift

my sister got the girls

an interactive globe

that works with an app

to teach them about

the world in which we live.

In 2015 I came across a book called

Zetetic Astronomy by Samuel Rowbotham

It changed the way I looked at everything

when it comes to the globe and what we have been taught

living near the ocean all my life I have often wondered about the big

hump of water that must exist somewhere out beyond the horizon

I guess what I am saying is

It might be hard now

To keep it to myself

Having unlearned what, they taught

And seeing things with real eyes

To realize the Real Lies

drifting back a second

 

When writing first began

It was coffee shops and a backpack

Always in my car so I could stop there anytime

You could smoke in the restaurants then

Not that long ago really

but nothing ever stays the same.

I remember rainy nights before cell phones

And Wi-Fi and the internet as we know it today

My car a backpack filled with empty books my mind was filling

Sometimes friends would meet me there

Most likely out last them with the bottomless coffee back then

So many personalities congregated at that sometimes-lonely coffee shop

thoughts trailed off

 

It would be strange

if this is how

I continue my writing

and thinking with the pen.

I found an old book today

and because I

do not want to work

for a change

I decided to pick up

Where the thoughts trailed off my random thought.

A lot of unpublished random thoughts

to begin with but things have changed

and so have my thoughts and my views on things.

french toast

 

The sound of the rain

on New Year’s Eve

at the sunsetting time

despite the obvious

And of course,

sirens break the sound

and take over then pass

like the clouds above

back to rain on the pavement

and in the gutters above the porch

Dawn comes to mind

And French toast.