No longer at a crossroads

Thunder rolls in the distance ... to the west ... and the sun refuses to pull the blanket of clouds away, obviously still recovering from yesterday which is his day anyway ... but the sky is blue in the east and it's going to be a beach day here ... whether or not it rains. Listening to the casualties booming in Savannah and the rest of the world, I sit here understanding that is no longer my world. "I want to know, have you ever seen the rain?" Yeah ... way to much of it. I used to dance in depravity ... sing in sadness ... comfort the uncomfortable ... polarize the political ... rebell at the righteous ... manipulate the masses ... and lead the blind. The sun throws off the blanket of clouds, baptizing me in golden light. The thunder continues to roll in the distance, in worlds that I am no longer a part of ... striking me of the contrast of where I now reside ... half way from then and almost to now ... no longer at a crossroads because I've definetely left "then" ... throwing myself wholeheartedly into the now. A bird sings a lovely solo ... the ocean breeze blows the smell of salt marsh (which is pungent aromoa of sex in the Tropics) ... the wind chimes dance ... the Palm Tree with the oyster face, coconut bra and grass skirt suddenly believes she is a Hula dancer and that makes me laugh. While the thunder continues to roll ... I see skies of blue, clouds of white ... bright blessed days ... dark sacred nights ... and I think to myself ... I no longer live under dark clouds, thunder and lightning, or warning of the end times. Those times have already ended ... Jesus has already returned ...there's just enough oil in the candles ... ramadan is over. For some reason that I cannot explain, each morning as I stumble into the door marked "Exit Only" into The Breakfast Club, I grab a copy of the Savannah Morning News, spread it out in front of me and review ... what used to be. I'm quite detached and it's like reading an old book that you used to love but can't quite figure out why you did. The sun pulls the blankets back over its head ... then kicks them off again. The gift of this day has begun. It's nice to be out of what used to be.