granted..

Wide awake past midnight, love it.. hate it.. . Too many romantic novels on paper and screen polluting my brain lately..Makes me want to write a will. And eat it.  I want to slow down to a point of complete standstill, to a halt. Want to log off and go sit next to Byron playing harmonica mid-day. To go to the beach and lay face down, play dead. Then dig a hole in the sand and lazily watch an ant scrambling for his life. Bury the ant, with a pebble tombstone. Play God, get bored, grant Life, keep the pebble..sleep. Sleep outside, an afternoon siesta. On a luscious lawn, gleaming with pesticides and dew. Kill two hours just contemplating. Look, see. Bounce a ball off the wall with legs kicked up. Three hours till both brain and butt go numb. Easy. Done that before..why not now ?..Now is good. Just too fast . And then there's traffic. And a bored sleepy God playing games with you -- go fast...now slow...now stop..now go..balmy 98F in the shade..hot enough for ya ?..Movement and stillness of objects, time. Taken out  of context, life is fascinating again, 100 times a day, snap shots. Blessed is a random storm that grants you power outage that grants you power to walk away from your day..