Trancing
by stu pidasso
14June2010
I stare into my coffee cup
Vivid mental images in my head
Days gone by or days wished to be
Hand sketches and vendor blueprints
piled like pick-up sticks on my desk
waiting patiently for attention to details
Hodgepodge of school portraits and paperclips
pushed from reach into the corners
beckoning for a touch or spare glance
But my mind flip flops, cartwheels, barrel rolls
through space and time to other dimensions
ripping at the fabric of present day reality
a summer day in mountains at a boy scout camp
an autumn morn in piny woods watching deer
a winter train trip to Virginia for a Xmas holiday
I see my kids in everything around me
I dream about the "what if"s and the "if only"s
I long for time and opportunities to come again
but reality strikes back hard
The Boss says, "Don't screw it up this time."
I let her paint a room and he gets to go zoom-zoom
Driving lessons and house repairs
two teenagers with summer jobs
an evening cooking a meal together
it isn't slaying dragons or riding unicorns
it isn't scaling redwoods or the Himalayas
but it is moments together, shared and enjoyed
life may be slower than I dream
but it sure is sweet when dreams come true
a movie and doing dishes sure can make me smile.
4 years ago
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