My destination was the beach...
I intended to see the ocean this weekend
I had hoped to watch the sunrise on Floridian shores
I wished to have waves wash over my feet for resurrection Sunday
I intended to swim the open tides waking
I had hoped to write two songs on forested sheets
I wished to have wandered willfully on miles freely for reasons sake
A trip was taken to a destination much different than once intended
I walked along the shore today in an altogether separate stay than above presented
In a state known for cheese if felt springs breeze blowing on my skin
Skipping rocks on lakes and taking ice cream breaks with a mentor's kin
Sunday's table will hold lamb and spices that scent the air with yum
A different time for my vacation vices I will lay out in the sun
My intention was for the beach...
O.K. for those of you who aren't that keen on poetry, I had originally planned on spending this weekend at the beach in Florida with some friends. After 12 hours in a car it was not the sunshine state but a suburb of Chicago (Kenosha Wisconsin) I found myself in. It was not Myrtle or Daytona I sat on today but the shores of Lake Michigan. It was not close friends but little "brothers and sisters" I spent the day with. Playing cards and taking bike rides, watching a little shake her 2 year old thing to the sounds of river dance and testing a young man on the circle of 5ths while discussing Don Quixote'.
Tomorrow will be a trip to the City for a church service and watching a "sister" membered into her church. Sunday will be a wonderful meal for sure and then its an afternoon train to meet my ride home. Twelve more hours on Mon. and it will be back on the grind pushing for finals. Finally after all of this I will arrive at my blessed Floridian shore on the 3 of May.
Of course it would be nice to be with a mother and father on this passion weekend but, maybe a wondering son in difficult to catch and so the story goes...
j.
I had hoped to watch the sunrise on Floridian shores
I wished to have waves wash over my feet for resurrection Sunday
I intended to swim the open tides waking
I had hoped to write two songs on forested sheets
I wished to have wandered willfully on miles freely for reasons sake
A trip was taken to a destination much different than once intended
I walked along the shore today in an altogether separate stay than above presented
In a state known for cheese if felt springs breeze blowing on my skin
Skipping rocks on lakes and taking ice cream breaks with a mentor's kin
Sunday's table will hold lamb and spices that scent the air with yum
A different time for my vacation vices I will lay out in the sun
My intention was for the beach...
O.K. for those of you who aren't that keen on poetry, I had originally planned on spending this weekend at the beach in Florida with some friends. After 12 hours in a car it was not the sunshine state but a suburb of Chicago (Kenosha Wisconsin) I found myself in. It was not Myrtle or Daytona I sat on today but the shores of Lake Michigan. It was not close friends but little "brothers and sisters" I spent the day with. Playing cards and taking bike rides, watching a little shake her 2 year old thing to the sounds of river dance and testing a young man on the circle of 5ths while discussing Don Quixote'.
Tomorrow will be a trip to the City for a church service and watching a "sister" membered into her church. Sunday will be a wonderful meal for sure and then its an afternoon train to meet my ride home. Twelve more hours on Mon. and it will be back on the grind pushing for finals. Finally after all of this I will arrive at my blessed Floridian shore on the 3 of May.
Of course it would be nice to be with a mother and father on this passion weekend but, maybe a wondering son in difficult to catch and so the story goes...
j.

5 Comments:
ohmygoodness! i should stop reading your stuff. after all, it's totally not cool to be seen staring at a computer monitor and laughing... makes one looks quite psycho. : )
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jason, your site brings me consistent happiness. hope you had a great time in michigan.
-ethan thomas
It was great to have you here in WISCONSIN J.
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