Talking Shop With Gary Jules
out on the wooden balcony of my room at the Kemah Boardwalk Inn
long after attractions and restaurants have closed for the evening.
It wouldn’t take more than a match to light this whole place up.
During the day the boardwalk is a zoo littered with thousands of people
scurrying about thousands of neatly aligned wooden planks placed from
water’s edge to parking lot’s edge. It must have been an overwhelming
task for the ax-wielding lumberjack called upon to supply enough wood
to carpet the concrete floor carpeting an insufficient meadow. At the far
end of the boardwalk near the east entrance is a wooden ferris wheel
not in operation this late at night but its circular mass is still lit up with
little blinking bulbs advertising its presence to late night travelers.
Hanging halesias dangle from the wooden frame of existence. A velvet
breeze comes from the harbor as unseen fingertips caress the water’s thigh.
Without a tree in sight, he carefully strikes a match looking right through me.
5/5/2017
AN: My interpretation of the song Mad World by Gary Jules. Halesias are a flowering plant more commonly known as 'silver bells' or 'snowdrops' that blossom hanging upside down.
Copyright © Phillip Garcia | Year Posted 2017
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