2006 Whereabouts

2006 Whereabouts

Isn't Idealism is supposed to erode over time?
I've just bought a new timeshare there...
Didn't I get enough of this as a teen? Haven't my peers
Tired of Doing Without, and the lifestyle of one paycheck to the next?
Coffee is not breakfast, or lunch for that matter...at 27, it seems I should know this. Yet--
"I can't afford it" seems to be my choice expression these days...
Choice, mind you, over work without Heart...
Maybe I don't fear it because it's how I started out, as a kid...
But whatever the reason, I derive some visceral satisfaction
From the limitations enforced by that phrase...
I prefer it right now...
Like children protected by the clear boundaries of their fenced-in playground...
"Can't find a job" is another one I've latched onto, despite a satisfactory resume and a competent mind...
And subsequently, "Home" is a car that I just got new floor mats for, fancy ones, with a sun, moon and stars...
An enviable city life surrendered for the quiet of madrone branches...
Furniture traded in for a short stay on a friends couch and a grand leap of faith...
Strange as it may seem, it's Colorado that calls to me now,
With its fist-fulls of dirt and bleating sheep. Somehow
The simplicity of the farming life seduces me,
Despite its promise of poverty and sun-up to sun-down sweat...
For now I'm just waiting for the snow to melt up in the mountains
So I can migrate north for a month of Friendship and Oregon rain...
And then on east, or so it would seem, in time for the thaw...
Colorado, indeed...
Though nothing surprises me these days, when it comes to twists of fate...