Dreamtime: the Old Alley Way

A slow funeral dirge loops through my head as I bend the reeds of wild alley weeds in my old neighborhood, pausing to listen to the drunken diatribes hurled by the shell of a man, 3-houses down…praying I won’t be seen. Newcomers don’t often visit, the same faces cringe in surprise at the sudden change in tempo or tone, afraid a new direction may result….sounds never heard before….questions never asked before. Finally, I find the familiar crevices and secret passageways, proven over time…..balms and knowing glances, to a place I know, ……a place I know 10/22/10 © All Rights Reserved 5:22 am Mom had a stroke Monday, She’s doin a bit better……. I’m hangin’ on