Life in Rewind

Breathless

Unable to see through the haze

Swimming in the layers of my memories

 

Images pass by

One by one my head turns

Watching my life in rewind

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Originally posted June 23, 2015

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Getaway to the Island of Koh Samui

White sandy beaches

Ocean scents dissolve anchors wrapped around our necks

We pledge to remove all time pieces

And let the days drip slowly by

 

Walks down sleepy dirt roads

An outdoor make-shift restaurant of sorts, finds us

We peruse the catch of the day

From long wooden carts lined with freshly caught fish resting on ice

So simple to point and choose

Open fire cooking emits wonderful sounds off a hot pan

We smell the sizzling aroma while we wait

Our mouths drip with anticipation

 

Morning sunrises

Dusk sunsets

What falls in between so lighthearted, not bonded by time

Creating memories not in high definition

Grainy 8 millimeter movies without sound etched in our heads

Freedom defined by silent smiles of the cast

Reel to reel, bookended by the orange sun

That signal the scene’s beginning and end

 

We know the movie cannot last forever

Eventually our watches will return to our wrists

Transported back to a world obsessed with time

But not now; now is for white sandy beaches, ocean breezes

A collection of orange sunsets to remember the beauty of our youth

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Originally posted August 25, 2015

 

An Ebb and Flow Ovation

Moonlight’s reflections bounce off canyon walls

My head leans back and my eyes close, as if the sun’s warmth is spreading across my face

The sound of rushing water pulls itself up, steps forward, not wanting to remain in the background

And I listen intently for the very first time

Droplets fall, currents move

The sound of a million hands clapping, an ovation

Not for one, but for both, ebb and flow

Taking quick bows, rushing off to create another moment

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Originally posted October 5, 2015

Cusco Moments

Burnt orange rooftops

Shadowed alleys, stairways leading up

Fresh lime wedges squeezed on ceviche

Stretched out in courtyards enjoying the sun

Patina tower tops against a backdrop of drifting clouds

Alpaca softness against my skin

Focusing on children’s smiles through camera lenses 

Inca Trail memories still simmering in my head

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Originally posted August 14, 2015

Following Tops of Umbrellas

City views from fifty-three stories up

Slightly cloudy, partial rain

A horizon of high rises in the distance

Below, tops of umbrellas moving this way and that

Not in unison, each with a different destination

A yellow one crosses the street

My eyes follow as it moves through the city

Stopping at street corners, waiting for lights to change

Slow, fast, depending upon the flow

It rounds a corner and is lost

And a feeling of wonder stays with me the rest of the day

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Originally posted September 7, 2015

Roadmaps Sketched in Pencil

Roadmaps sketched in pencil

Spray painted arrows on brick walls

Deja vu standing at crowded crosswalks

Familiar houses on streets with no names

 

Standing, spinning

Arms outstretched to keep from falling

Shapes blending with color palettes

Streak marked images etched deep in my mind

 

Stopping, stumbling

My balance kicked by gravity’s pull

Knee burns and scraped cheeks

Leaving scars in the middle of the street

 

Crumpled maps thrown in corners

Brick walls covered with fresh coats of paint

Turning corners instead of crowded street crossings

Voices from my past guiding me home

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Originally posted August 7, 2015

 

Driving Through Lightning Storms

Lightning storms in the distance

With each strike

We are in awe of their shapes and power

They strike left, right and center

It’s strange

We do not hear the thunder

Our paths converge

Soon a strike that is too close for comfort

Our awe turns to uneasiness

Uneasiness turns to fear

We continue forward

And try to chat normally like we always do

But deep inside its churning

Round and round

Our eyes are wide darting back and forth

Peering through the rain drops

Wishing for over there

Not right here

Where we are

As soon as it began

It also ends

And we shoot out of the storm

Into sunshine and clear skies

The lightning storm is now behind us

And again, we wonder why

We never heard the thunder

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Originally posted June 29, 2015