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Kay-kiokio Cowboy
Why is my heart marooned without you
The sun goes down
My dreams begin their refrain
I call to whatever holds you
My beloved
I wait and I wait
I am a coward. Unable to face the prospect of here and now, I am hiding in the recesses of my mind, floating on some bluer-than-blue South Pacific sea, strumming my ukelele with Mr Wiggins by my side. We are dining on cocoa-nut and breadfruit.
I've been reading about the South Seas. I couldn't find my much-loved copy of Kon Tiki, so I settled on this instead.
Being present hurts. It comes in small flashes. Like this morning at the espresso stand, the car in front of me had a little scruffy black dog, the kind that looks like a mop, poking its head out the driver side window. The girl in the espresso stand smiled at the dog and ruffled its head, and fed it a dog biscuit. That made me smile, and then, after I stepped up to the window and got my cappuccino, I sank back down into myself, reminded that I was late for another day of work and another day of waiting for my dream-life to happen.
People lost or dead. Violent unrest. Pestilence. A selfish haze hides it. Nothing registers.
I am separated from it all by the swells of the South Seas. I am floating under an enormous expanse of stars, I am Joe, singing, "Kay-kiokio cowboy, cowboy, cowboy, under the moon..." I am far away from the volcano, neither ready to risk it all and plunge in, nor willing to go back and face the gray reality of the every day at home.
{ link me }We'll take this leap, and we'll see. We'll jump, and we'll see. That's life, right?
-- Patricia, from Joe v. the Volcano