Honeymoon Island – February 9, 2013
Sometimes I get so tired that opening up a bag to get a spoon seems like too much to do. I don’t know why today felt that way. I spent last night in warm bed at the top of a staircase in old cracker-style house with a wrap-around porch and a slanted metal roof. I ate piles of shrimp and fried calamari, fresh from the sea, and ended it with almond cookies from a Greek bakery and a bite of baklava. I slept hard with lots of dreams.
I wake up too often to dream much when I’m out, sounds pull me awake, breezes, anything. Nights become more like a string of shallow naps held together by glances at starry skies and moonlight. But last night I slept and I dreamed and I’m still tired today. So tired that when I reached a beach at sunset that spoon felt so far away.
I knew where it was. I didn’t have to look for it. I didn’t have to guess. I only had to unzip a bag and push aside a dry box, nothing more. But I let it sit and ate leftover meatloaf with my fingers, savoring every bite, licking my skin, happy to be part wild.
You’ve been out on the “Flat Lonesome” for some time boy… time to get’er done…
You look sad and confused in your picture, neanderthal Daniel
Honeymoon Island by yourself? No wonder it was difficult……….
Sooo, in my email box today right above your email was this…..http://www.myrecipes.com/quick-and-easy/dinner-tonight/dinner-tonight-february-2013-00420000018368/?viewdate=2_27_2013&iid=edit-dt-022713&promkey=xet
Meatloaf with your fingers sounds delicious. Let me know if you need a contact in Key West.
Really hope you get to sleep in your own bed soon!
spoons: overrated.