Cosmic Dust ~ Tuesday, 27 February 2018

Tonight, on my way home, walking after dinner at work and a shift drink, I saw a shooting star. I did not know my heart well enough to wish big or small or not at all. In effect, I observed the event as a type of strange coincidence. I spoke with a buddy at work about my string of bad luck for eight years. But only one person matters through thick and thin who is my rock and friend. My girlfriend supports me as a man treads water trying hard not to drown. If I thought of my mom and brother as the star flashed brightly above me, or money or world peace, none of it holds water as my love keeps me safe, watching me tread water, to raise myself above those hurdles of my past. Obstacles lose value as time move forward past the present always gone. The shooting star compared to you means nothing but hot air and gas in space. A ball of flame and dust. Thanks to my sweetheart, Pam, I know the real difference between a cosmic fart and living here on earth. I feel grounded, my head not so much in the clouds.