Wundering Why

Ode to the Lands, Outside - 

forest of candy and chocolate, 

weaving mazes through alchy lines,

onto munchy grub,

tantalizing smells of herb,

sweat of humanity wafting,

all navigating mysterious twists of a Golden park.

Who knew music could make you sore -

tender feetsies moving,

no time for bores,

lettin funky rhythmic beats, 

heat your bumpin core -

heads are knockin,

bodies rockin,

so au naturel.

Night masks the backlash -

when high-lights exuberate,

a wasted field glow,

illuminated by industrial plastics.

Nearby porter-potties flow -

things seen, but never wanted to know.

oh, Outside Lands, u make my heart grow.

For 3 days, u rally and take the dive,

into a hazy world - 

like a cocktail blends

moods and minds - 

your music unwinds,

with senses combined,

there's no need for time -

cause right now,

you're here, you're mine.

So raise your glass,

To a legendary festival

And the city we all hold dear -

Gracias for what remains,

Today was a day for a hike. Not a long hike, but a good hike. Something to stretch our legs, waggle our joints, turn our heads and ultimately tucker those treading paws out. 

We walked until we needed to run, jump, and straddle the incline where water once shed down, running it’s own true course down, down, down until it nestles in the lagoon below, or what’s left of it. So we run in the sun, our bodies flowing up and down, treading lightly on a near noontime desert. 

It doesn’t take long to pant with wetness falling from the brow and long, lingering tongue. Slide. Drip. Drop. Slide. Nothing cool, only heat from within and out. We go on. We continue to climb and drop in a fluid movement, attempting to be consistent, though challenging with shackles for two. 

Watery Bliss memories of Koh Chang and Chiang Mai. Starting to wonder about the next trip to foreign lands...