Alternate Universe

At the entrance

To my dad’s place

There is a gate

To an alternate universe

No internet

No cell phone

Total disconnection from

The World Wide Web

What you will find

Upon entry is

Lots of family and

Longtime friends

Old fashioned conversation

Love and good intentions

Laughter and fond memories

Of others who’ve passed on

I enjoyed a couple of days

In this refreshing way

When it was time to leave

Reconnect

Plug back in

Participate

In the churning machine

That runs the world

Passing back through the gate

I paused for one last glance

At the entrance

To my dad’s place

And thought to myself

There’s no “app” for this

But if there were

It might be called

Pure Bliss

It is a world I will truly miss

As I head back to my real life

And board a flight to Texas

E.A. Fussell

7/8/2019

Damn Hard

Life ain’t always beautiful

Sometimes

It’s damn hard

There are moments

I may feel like giving up

But

It’s just not in my blood

So

I give myself a swift kick

In the keister

Jerk my attitude

Back into the right shape

And

Determine to do

Whatever it takes

E.A. Fussell

7/4/2019

Waiting for a Flight

Flying during major holidays

Is not the wisest choice

Advised my all too familiar

Still small voice

But it’s my dad’s birthday

And my mother’s too

I haven’t been home in months

It seemed like the thing to do

Now flight delays

Causing airport stays

Has me thinking

There has to be a better way

I was supposed to land

In Florida last night

But here I sit in Georgia

Still waiting for a flight

E.A. Fussell

7/4/2019

Tequila Fairy Tail

It’s been my experience that a lost shoe around the midnight hour has more to do with too much tequila than it has to do with an enchanted fairy tail, a handsome prince, or happily ever after. But you turned it into an entertaining fantasy enjoyed by millions. Well played Cinderella well played.

E.A. Fussell

7/2/2019

Wire Mesh is not My Friend

These may look like harmless rolls of wire mesh, but when stretched out, waiting for concrete to pour, wire mesh becomes my heartless enemy.

Our love-hate relationship goes back a long way. Many decades ago we came to an agreement:

If I don’t walk on wire mesh then

wire mesh won’t trip me.

Well folks, today I was in a hurry and convinced myself that

I could do it. I could walk across the prepped driveway without getting tangled up in it. The wire mesh lay there calmly stretched out, only a few small humps and bumps here and there. It was almost quietly encouraging me.

Ignoring the still small voice shouting in my ear “don’t do it!”

I placed the ball of my foot

on the wire mesh itself (not inside the square) and haltingly made it across. Smiling with relief as I stepped out of the potential trap I chided the small voice inside “see, I can do it”. Job-site information was gathered then I headed back to my truck.

As I went to step across the form and onto the wire mesh the still small voice said “walk around, don’t do it!” But again I ignored the voice. My recent crossing victory had me feeling confident. Then my phone rang.

And ignorantly I answered it and kept walking. Wire mesh saw an opportunity in this distraction. My steps were no longer careful. One step inside a square and wire mesh grabbed my toe. Turning me end over elbow.

As I heard that still voice inside me say “I told you so.”

E.A. Fussell

07/01/2019

“Only my pride was injured in the filming of this real life episode.”