Every satellite is a spy.
Every missing sock is an orchestra.
A bend in the road
For a bank account.
What was left I lost
In the evening rain.
Yet on
We drove
In open
Rebellion
With designs
On sublimity.
Like a treetop in a dream,
The sea washing away
Its own footprints.
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Wonderful poem!
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Thank you!
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Great ending Bob. 🙂
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Thank you!
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Every missing sock is an orchestra.
What a lovely line.
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Thanks!!
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What was left I lost
In the evening rain.
– that resonates…I love rain poems!! Also the close, the sea washing away its own footprints…lovely! Also sad!
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Thanks Rajani! Gotta love those rain poems.
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wonderful ! this should appear in ‘A Surrealist’s Primer of Poems ‘ 🙂
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Thanks John! A Surrealist’s Primer of Poems…that’s fantastic. I’d be glad to be part of that.
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Crisp images, along with connections that cause ripples in my brain. This is another of your poems that’s a short journey on the screen, then expands into a longer journey in my thoughts.
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Thanks so much Dave. That’s awesome you think so. Much appreciated.
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I’m uplifted by all of this, the essential middle lines – “Yet on We drive.” Sometimes it seems that the rebellion you speak of is having all our senses tuned to what’s all around us, ideally experiencing it all for the first time, no small task with our mind and thinking and memories interrupting the scene.
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Thanks Steve. I love how you said, the rebellion is having our sense tuned to what’s going on. I think you right on with that. And like you said, that’s no small task.
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Or we can shut off all our senses and I guess that would be nothingness which I would think would be very relaxing.
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I tried one of those deprivation tanks once. It was really cool. I’d like to do it again.
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Oh shit. I gotta try one of those. Does it feel like you’re floating?
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You are floating. You go into a shallow tank full of salt water that is warm. No sound, you just float on the salt water. It’s really cool.
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Oh man, that sounds great. Somehow my girlfriend is capable of floating in chlorinated water. I l always try but wind up sinking, but there is an indoor pool here that is saltwater and it’s free. I’ve been there a half dozen times, but still couldn’t float. I’m definitely gonna try the deprivation tank.
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You’ll have to let me know when you try it.
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Definitely. You’re the inspiration behind me even thinking or knowing the opportunity exists.
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I remember going to the place that had the tanks and getting ready to go in and seeing a sign that said, we don’t recommend getting high before doing this. And me saying, too late!
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That had me laughing out loud. Thanks for that.
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This is wondeful, Bob! I especially love the closing stanza. I can picture myself hitting the road in open rebellion. So surreal and dream-like.
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Thanks so much!!
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