Pre-sedated

I was thinking of you on my walk

Not an uncommon pastime

But fraught with danger

 

But now I pre-sedate each thought

By chanting a safety mantra

Remote and unattainable

Remote and unattainable

Remote and unattainable

Before I continue thinking of you

 

Wistfully

Affectionately

And with a strange swirl of happy sad

 

Remembering fun

Creative passion fueling fires

Spinning thoughts and ideas

Bouncing words back and forth

Obliquely

Ambiguously

Like some kind of Olympic sport

 

 

But going from the light of a cosmic supernova

To a compact fluorescent

Is about as appetizing as eating an elephant platter

 

Hold the fries and pass a fork

 

I’ll dim the lights and light a candle

 

What’s that song, can you hum a few chords?

 

Hhhmmmm………

 

 

David Trudel   © 2012