Into the Dark – Odd Walking Thoughts

Into the dark most will come. There wasn’t a dam and there wasn’t a nuke plant. Steam didn’t rise from the background and loom over the dam. I never stood on the dam with a flashlight looking for the body. I wasn’t asked why the valve wouldn’t shut. I didn’t learn to walk within the switch yard and the accident never happened. Into the dark most will come. Not me and not then and not now. My memories are my own.

Odd Walking Thoughts – Brothers

From one home, to another.  Light ears and Dark ears. Both fought. I’m supposed to what? Here we are- children. We’re looking at a fence, waiting for a cat. One has half an ear. A frog died in the make-shift swimming pool. That was nearly our first home. It’s hard to remember which home was our home. Yet, we both, are expected to produce exceptional happenings. Who’s to hold our fort? It doesn’t matter. I once fell from a tree. We’d built a fort with hammers and nails. I lay, asleep, and there he was, catching me while rocks waited below. Here, I’ll be, for him. Brothers.

The Frog – Odd walking thoughts

People bore me.  Small brains.  No memory.  Then I see a frog.  It jumps because I step near it.  It jumps again because it wants to get to the water in front of it.  Then, the frog asked me what I was doing.  That was odd.  Normally, people don’t ask what I’m doing, let alone a frog.  I said, “I was just being me.”   The frog told me, “that’s enough of a challenge,” and continued on to the water. – M. Taggart.