by P.R. Lowe
copyright August 8, 2020
Woke up around 4:00 AM the other night and wrote all this down…..
Sometimes I feel as though I am a comet, hurtling through space with its tail on fire… and the best I can do is bring my knees in closer like a ball, fold both arms over my head and shield myself as best I can from the burn and flying debris.
Other times I feel like I am walking on the bottom of the ocean in slow-mo, like a ghost- sailor in Pirates of the Caribbean, with barely no life or breath left in me. Sometimes I feel as though I care far too much… other times I don’t seem to care at all. Sometimes I feel like the last one of my kind left on the planet and all I want to do is run and hide in a hole in a tree.
Sometimes I feel like just another bubble in someone else’s dirty, soapy dishwater. Other times I feel as though I need a degree in rocket science just to fart without blowing my head off. As George Harrison once said, “It’s all too much.” but then again perhaps it’s just enough…
Sometimes when I have finally cozied up, peacefully rubbing my cat… I feel like Nero fiddling while Rome burns.
But….then… I go into the woods with the dancing trees and I feel perfectly sane.