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  I told myself to ignore the bright sunshine   At a table on a deck my seat in the warm summer sun   I listen to waves softly lap against the shore. I told myself to ignore how hot I felt From the woods to my back a cool breeze touches my neck   I listen to the quiet   I told myself to squelch the creeping feeling of a hangover   In my hand a fresh cup of black coffee   I listen to the cheerful clank of halyards against aluminum masts I told my self to ignore the problems of my life In front of me two dogs roll and play in the grass at my feet I listen to a loon in the distance I told my self to be grateful   This is a moment is denied to many   I listen to the sounds of a warm summer morning Photo credit:  Scott Cain

The wind is up this morning  And I’m wondering which of my halyards is loose Do your dreams clang an aluminum clang like mine It blows the water into dark blue patches  And I wonder if the lighting on the horizon is coming this way Would you take a float of this moment at my side Waves are building with the breeze  And I anxious about my mooring lines Are too your worries awash as mine in ever impending storms Photo credit:  Scott Cain

Photo credit:  Scott Cain Inspired by: These are 10 depressing truths about human nature, by Christian Jarrett-Aeon They call it St. Urho’s Day Certainly not all the fun awaits us tomorrow Inside the soapbox I expect business as usual Hidden under a blanket of clouds Sorting yard waste, and snowflakes into semi separate piles My work here is typical, a flip of the switch and twist of the knob The noise level in the control room is overwhelming High repetition music, and constant chatter with your mannequin echo throughout the vessel If this is true for you can you say it through your eyes too I use the lever to furl the brow Because help is needed to strain into my ignorance across the void And I wonder if you like when I make eye contact Will you provide a sympathetic understanding of what it's like over there In here the floor is still moist with the remnants of a drunken folly And the kitchen my place of ugly desire For every chocolate in the box Reveals wha...