"When I works, I works hard. When I plays, I plays hard. When I thinks, I goes to sleep." AnonymousI know you have to be asking yourself, how can he continue blogging at this rate and not burn out? Well, I'm going to share my secret. Like any warrior, I have to re-load occasionally. May has brought us temperatures in the near 100 range and the pool is my late afternoon haven. The forcast holds no sign of rain and a continuation of the summer like heat. I have tons of great material lined up, but I needed to see something else for a change. Bebe and I are on a two day fruit only eating program to cleanse body and mind. I decided to write a poem to fit the occasion.
Adrift
I lay adrift in an azure pool
with arms out stretched
in weightlessness
and shut my eyes behind
my shades
and gazed through eyelids
red with blood at
changing patterns light and dark.
The sun bore down
from cloudless sky
gulf breezes slowly
turned me round
and I could feel
my skin turn brown
as afternoon slipped into night
and with it every troubling thought
faded on the gentle swells.
Dennis Price
I lay adrift in
