Toes
wiggling around in the brown shag carpet,
making
sure to have the extra long pieces of fabric
go
in between each toe.
The
aroma of coffee filling the air
as
the tail of your calico cat, Q, rubs up
against
your leg.
It
is a typical Saturday morning:
plastic
dinosaur figures sprawled out on the floor,
a
result of a train wreck from
lack
of interest in Thomas the Tank Engine.
Captain
Crunch cereal, the prime choice
for
the favorite meal of the day today,
breakfast.
The
kids now pretending to go on an African Safari
through
the planet Jupiter; which is now the living room.
Of
course, it’s painting day.
Where
the void for a new view in life
is
filled with a can of periwinkle paint
to
liven up the bathroom walls.
Can
opener in hand you go around the top
slowly
exposing the pop of color
through
the plain, matte metal.
The
sales person convinced you
that
this color choice was soothing,
like
sipping a piña colada on the beach.
You
repeat this to yourself constantly
as
your head throbs from the screaming
of
your children fighting over the mystery van.
You
then consider whether
they
are actually your children
or
a flock of peacocks
fighting
over a bunch of grapes.
Walking
into the living room you realize
that
it is a valid theory since
peacock
feathers are covering the floor;
a
result of a broken vase that were full of them.
Close
your eyes and count to ten.
The
crashing of the waves against the beach
fill
the crevices of your mind as you stare
out
into the ocean.
In
Southern California, lounging out on
La
Jolla beach you see
Kareem
Abdul-Jabbar.
A
Los Angeles Lakers veteran
famous
for not just basketball but
his
name that he chose
because
of the influence of the prophet
Muhammad
in his life.
What
is weird when you see him is not
for
his fame, but his attire.
Why
wear socks on the beach
when
you can feel the sand
in-between
your toes?
Brand
names speak louder than comfort
for
some you guess as you recognize
the Arthur George logo
in your favorite color of blue.
Take
a deep breath and
open
your eyes.
The
kids have made themselves a picnic.
Pretending
to be ants wanting to steal
the
food from the humans.
A
charming moment until you notice
the
broken window from
a
game of horseshoes played indoors.
The
sounds of the waves play again,
in
the crevices of your mind;
but
you shake out of it because
this
is the life you like.
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