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Quiet Peace

I rise in the morning

The sun still asleep

The moon has gone

From the sky

The cars are not growling

The sidewalks are clear

Even the birds still slumber

No cars horn are beeping

No shouting or calling

The rings of the phones

Are still silent

No planes overhead

No dogs underfoot

I can hear the beat of my heart

The breeze moves my hair

And kisses my cheek

And all is right with the world.

Ripples on the Water

 

 

Ripples on the water

Can take us on journey

That is different every time

From a gentle waltz

Crossing a lake

To a sailboat

Making waves

The water caresses

And moves along

Its destination unclear

We fight for control

Bend it to our will

And perhaps

For a moment

It acquiesces

Only for a moment

The water can be angry

Crashing ashore

Sinking our boats

We thought we

Were in control

The hubris

We are not

It moves us

It entertains us

It gives us life

And it takes that life away

Ripples on the water

Gentle and safe

For now

I dreamt about underwear . . .

Say what? Now if I were wealthy I would be considered eccentric, but no I’m just odd. It is, however, the kind of odd that amuses me so I will continue with my . . . . oddities.

Articles of clothing are not my usual topic for dreamland but I’m presently in the market for a few new necessities of comfort. Now that is a topic I am most familiar with: comfort. You ladies understand and gentlemen . . . think of women’s intimates not just as pretty packages for really cool prizes but as a metaphor for a good society. Now aren’t you glad you continued to read?

You thought I was going to go smutty and I segued into a societal discourse on the human condition. Welcome to my twisted mind. As I see it a woman’s intimates provide a foundation on which to build a carapace within which one interacts with society.

What we show to each other is not necessarily who we are. Each article of clothing is combined to elicit a mood, a look, a means to complete a necessary task. A night out at the pub – perhaps a thong. A doctor’s appointment – full brief. Court case – flaming red hipsters. It’s all about how it makes us feel.

As a society we hide our feelings and allow only what is acceptable to show on a daily basis. Love, hate, anger, envy . . . the list is exhaustive. In order for society to function properly, people need to conform to expected doctrine. But that doesn’t mean an individual has to completely suppress their personal individuality, but rather adapt to meet the circumstances of the moment.

I know this seems complicated and unnecessary but it all comes down to foundation. If a house is built with the proper foundation it can last for 100 years. If a society has a proper foundation on which to build, it will remain stable instead of fracturing at the first sign of trouble. Countries with a strong foundation can weather horrible troubles and still maintain its identity.

Perhaps now you understand why sleeping isn’t always a restful activity for me. But my dreams are never dull!