Time Flowing

Published March 19, 2018 by tindertender

Hopes and dreams down the tubes as truck load after truck load of items are removed. So much waste. Moving from a big house to a small apartment rids much debris from life. Air conditioning no longer available, fans must be put in place to move the air.

Running up the hill, followed by another I make my way to perceived safety. I turn around and there he is, no danger after all.

Movement so slow it is easier to get out and walk. Oh how I wish I remembered.  Images once so clear fade into nothingness.

She gave up the home for another, allowing the use of it by them both. Windows at the front of it exposing the insides to any one who passed by. Vulnerability in darkness.

He remains there although I have gone. Unusual. I leave the house and begin to walk only realizing after a time that I had forgotten to take the car. I turn to look for it and see a man and a woman. They argue. He is upset because he was not given a parking space near his dwelling. He must walk, he is going to file complaint. Amused I walk by him, continuing my journey.

The most important part evades my mind. It is also the most recent. Short term memory … poof! Gone.

And still they talk, expressing their “like”. At the same time discussing it is not what they seek. Confusing as they will never leave, back and forth with the like and dislike, with belief and disbelief. Constant turmoil and opposing ideas. It is not possible to be speaking truth when they pull at the emotions like waves from a tide, back and forth in constant flux.

Change never comes from comfort. There must be a constant tension, a tugging back and forth between what was and what is, and what will be.

Effort renewed, cleanliness adopted once more, the journey begins again.

He finally leaves, as I knew he would. I will call to him in awhile and he will return. He does not like it if I make any moves without him, he walks away when I do. Not that he is mad or upset, just that he doesn’t like to be alone.

Good morning once again. I would call you a friend if I thought you were a benefit. Instead I will call you companion, for you never leave.

Experiences beyond time, one foot in and one foot out. No explanation given. You say you try but the effort escapes me.

Moon River, wider than a mile
I’m crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker
You heart breaker
Wherever you’re going
I’m going your way
Two drifters off to see the world
There’s such a lot of world to see
We’re after the same rainbow’s end
Waitin’ round the bend
My Huckleberry friend
Moon River and me

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