Gemini
02-06-2010, 05:55 PM
I want to be free again. Go back- Back to the sixties- to North Beach- to the poets, writers, artists, and all of the free spirits- to Gary Amenti , Robert Baker, Jodi Greene, my little sister, Melissa, and a time of few worries.
I want to still be sitting, learning, being, in an outside cafe, the Purple Onion or Hungry I. Back to the days of rolling the piano out onto Green Street, at midnight, and banging out some tunes. Never a complaint! Every now and then, a smiling rose would be dropped from a window. I want to sit again with the artists and writers and go to 'Jimbos Bop City' where the jazz and smoke-filled room filled my soul and sketchpad. Jimbo drove me home every night (actually 5 am when they closed) in his big cadillac and said, "See you tomorrow night, baby."
Back to putting on my french horse hair hat- slanted over my eager and enthusiastic eyes- and wearing a designer dress from Paris (bought at a garage sale) selling original paintings at night to buyers on barstools with great taste and 200 bucks.
I can still hear the music falling out of the Greek Taverna and see the belly dancers with gold chains wrapped around their generous hips. I can feel the loving energy of the streets and alleys. I can smell it all and recall with vivid memory each moment- and I want to go back. I am grateful for those moments. I loved those days and they seem like a dream- a very far away dream. So faraway- like a different lifetime.
I do not want to worry so much about emails and screwed up family situations. Jobs. Paying Comcast. Everyday things that rip away the hours left in life. I want to be surrounded with falling roses, words of art and go to sleep to wake up with a "spark". I want to jump back into that part of my soul that is free. The part that feels lost. So lost and farway.
I want to go back to Golden Gate Park and shoot arrows at a bullseye target surrounded by trees and dancing squirrels asking for a nut... Feed them and watch them do what they do....
Lay on the grass and write about the meaning of life and Peace. I want to put on a full white skirt again and dance with the wind; kiss a handsome stranger at midnight
I want to be free again.
And yet.............my precious grandson's smile is dearer than anything I have ever known. My doggy is secure, deeply loved and lays by my side. The wood-burning stove brings warmth to my home and soul. I am grateful to live in the apple orchards and be part of this community. Times have changed and maybe I do not really want to go back. Maybe, sometimes, I just need to remember.
I want to still be sitting, learning, being, in an outside cafe, the Purple Onion or Hungry I. Back to the days of rolling the piano out onto Green Street, at midnight, and banging out some tunes. Never a complaint! Every now and then, a smiling rose would be dropped from a window. I want to sit again with the artists and writers and go to 'Jimbos Bop City' where the jazz and smoke-filled room filled my soul and sketchpad. Jimbo drove me home every night (actually 5 am when they closed) in his big cadillac and said, "See you tomorrow night, baby."
Back to putting on my french horse hair hat- slanted over my eager and enthusiastic eyes- and wearing a designer dress from Paris (bought at a garage sale) selling original paintings at night to buyers on barstools with great taste and 200 bucks.
I can still hear the music falling out of the Greek Taverna and see the belly dancers with gold chains wrapped around their generous hips. I can feel the loving energy of the streets and alleys. I can smell it all and recall with vivid memory each moment- and I want to go back. I am grateful for those moments. I loved those days and they seem like a dream- a very far away dream. So faraway- like a different lifetime.
I do not want to worry so much about emails and screwed up family situations. Jobs. Paying Comcast. Everyday things that rip away the hours left in life. I want to be surrounded with falling roses, words of art and go to sleep to wake up with a "spark". I want to jump back into that part of my soul that is free. The part that feels lost. So lost and farway.
I want to go back to Golden Gate Park and shoot arrows at a bullseye target surrounded by trees and dancing squirrels asking for a nut... Feed them and watch them do what they do....
Lay on the grass and write about the meaning of life and Peace. I want to put on a full white skirt again and dance with the wind; kiss a handsome stranger at midnight
I want to be free again.
And yet.............my precious grandson's smile is dearer than anything I have ever known. My doggy is secure, deeply loved and lays by my side. The wood-burning stove brings warmth to my home and soul. I am grateful to live in the apple orchards and be part of this community. Times have changed and maybe I do not really want to go back. Maybe, sometimes, I just need to remember.