dangerous to feel lucky
naive to feel special
foolish to feel in love
the stupid but true meaning of christmas
a summer day is not so different from a winters night
The heat, of the Sun,
beats down upon my chest.
I stare out over the Ocean; the water is dead.
The beach is unusually quiet.
My mind (my mind) is \narrow/. I am Sexually excited at the thought of a wave. There is nothing so luscious as the promise of Water in a desert.
I do not know how long I will be here…..but I think I might hear the Wind coming.
I close my eyes,
Pray for Surf.
A photo my Aunt Mary took of Nelson Mandela at the 1990 World Council of Churches in Geneva, Switzerland