In the beginning

I haven’t seen you in 20 years
except in my mind’s eye
the hurricane center of the hot black night
when I slip to our trip to

Galveston. We drove all night,
knowing already it was the end,
and rode the ferry at daybreak,
the sound of the sea and the sad
cry of the gulls
scored upon us.

Then earlier, the southward journeys
past rice farms and shrimping towns
the thick humid patio nights
catching lizards
and laughing.

And earlier still, in the beginning
when we took LSD and lay
all night in a field of sugar cane
tasting the forbidden fruit

afraid

       but liking it

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10 thoughts on “In the beginning

  1. Oh yes, those were the days, when we had thought the revolution had swept away all those suffocating structures, self-determination was our right and drug-taking was still an experiment to open our minds and not a pursuit into escapism.
    How much is left of those dreams?

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