Culture and Wildness

Originally Posted Monday, May 20, 2013

Change is difficult, but things must change.  New routines, new visions.  I am tired of the troubles that I have.  I will look for new ones.  Summer weather has arrived here, that rainy, steamy, pressure cooker kind.  Horizons close in the swamps and jungles.  It is time for mountains, deserts, and beaches.  I will be heading to Santa Fe, NM for a couple weeks shortly.  Some of it is for an art workshop.  The rest is just me looking at things.  Taos.  Durango, perhaps. . . Telluride.  I will have my house in fair order by then, perhaps, good enough, I hope, to last the sumer.  I will get away from women on couches.  I must look for crackers and rednecks and miscreant "others."  There is a whole world falling apart out there.  I can't stay away from it forever.  

I saw a fellow driving an old Honda motorcycle, the kind with the boxy gas tank and the straight, wide handlebars.  It had a 350-450 c.c. engine, I think.  It looked cool.  That is what I want now for tooling around town.  An old, square bike.  

I have left the gym for the time being.  I am taking long walks and running exercise courses and stadium steps. I'm going back to yoga.  I want to get skinny and ready for hiking.  I want to hike all summer long.  I have had enough of "Apple Picking" for awhile.  Let me drink a milky Pernod on your elegant veranda.  I want to swim in your waters.   Let me breathe your clean air.  I'll bring Trojans bearing strange gifts.  We'll talk of culture and wildness.  

Give this to me.  Just let me have it for a brief moment. Let me have this for awhile.