Connected

[couchgrouch]

ConnectedJames settled in a cabin, just off Lobos Baycos after years of drifting, something drew him that wayburied in the basement, of his childhood memoryhe saw a son and father, fishing by the seabut his aunt and uncle, said his father'd passed onthey raised him as their own, till his dad was both dead and goneyet when James walked home, from the ocean each sunrisehe heard wind through wildflowers, charm waltzes from butterfliesthey're connectedby a common threadfor unknown reasonsthey're sewn by seasons to life behind and life aheadlook close...an unseen light's reflectedcos all things dark and brightare connectedwell, Freddy had too much white rum, in that seedy sailor's divewhen this swab pulled a switchblade, Freddy pulled his forty-fiveand all poor Freddy pictured, while marking off thirty yearswas two shadows fishing, off a sunset pierand somehow the mem'ry, of that peaceful shorelinesaved him from feeling done for, while he was doin' timethey're connectedby a common threadfor unknown reasonsthey're sewn by seasons to life behind and life aheadlook close...an unseen light's reflectedcos all things dark and brightare connectedJames rode as a rookie, on the force in Omahahe even ran for sheriff, one year in Tonopahsince then he'd been working, nights on the harbor patrolwatching silent songs of moonlight, making waves dance and rollthen one night in the harbor, as the sun began to setwhen James sailed by that old pier, he saw a lonesome silouhettethe same way the heavens, hold the ocean in its handsometimes it seems our footsteps, walk to fit a higher planwe're connectedby a common threadfor unknown reasonsthey're sewn by seasons to life behind and life aheadlook close...an unseen light's reflectedcos all things dark and brightare connected(c)2005 Robert George