It\’s quite remarkable
how the same action
decades apart affords
various thoughts to funnel
their way in or out of our cortex.
When I stop to contemplate
about the times in between
I find, I am completely
enamoured by what occurs
in those open spaces.
For example — at a stove
engaged in the deep fried
goodness of freshly cut potatoes
while murmurs of photographs ensconce
me. I could allow my mind to procrastinate
freely as it was just me in the kitchen.
I could envision dreamscapes while
the oil bubbles with the drop of a fresh
french fry into it\’s tan inducement
for proper consumption.
I mean, am I right, no one relishes
an uncooked or soffy fry?!
Now, take that freedom
and pile on top of it a list
of constant demands while
in front of the effervescent
hot fluid — completely engrossed.
I\’ll tell you one thing, minutes
go faster and honestly the oddest
reflections start to flash before
my eyes — like the cue cards
that I used to better comprehend
music theory. What I attempt
to convey is the thought process
that perhaps — I shouldn\’t
take for granted moments
of which where I\’m permitted
to simply be at peace regardless
of the triple tornadoes which
surround me to the bitter end.
*Title Quote: The Flash
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