The Runcible Blog

sunrise on the blue line

I can remember when I first saw you
You said in my photograph I looked more far away
I laughed and smiled and didn’t say “I am a bit afraid to be here.”

Setting free the anchor and looking past the shore
It’s a sea of horses on ships with no sails, no motors, no oars

Now we’re cleaning the windows between us two
Funny, you do it once, and then again, and pretty soon
the fingerprints and dust...
But I’ve begun to trust the view here.

this is wonderland

Uh-oh. I can see a pattern emerging in my life. Now, what should I do about it? Hmm, maybe I should run off and do this Road Scholar thing. Maybe they sent me the brochure for a reason...