a roomier playground

(9/9/24, Morning Pages from a Cayucos room.)

“All this taking the bench, ongoing practice, sitting on the cushion in the dark of a porcelin room, mindful of shared space, fetched by the goddess of ‘Just try to be courteous, kid.’ Yeah, that goddess.

Here as a writer on the beach. Always with re-write an option, and especially with my editor off to Paris. Still hankering to surf, king of bamboo. Living in the big room, walls covered in mirrors and thrown-open windows, some blond-haired girl giggling on her way by, a kitty named Tuxi rolling over with joy when I come to his view. The way I roll over in joy at a breakfast with bacon and eggs.

The whole regret thing? Sure, not an ice cream cone in sight. But building up the ‘Yes’ to climb into the Mission Beach roller coaster. I may throw back my head and howl for the all of it. Like yesterday, walking on the (Cayucos) pier at sundown, anaheim-peppered, brown-spot covered, laughing like a crazy – though I hadn’t told my face.

Yeah -There’s a me here to accept these gifts. Sort of like dropping out of college again.

A haiku — Ocean kitty barking lions space between the waves.”