I Am

Not sure what I am looking for whenever I find myself there. A ghost to walk through the mist? Validation? Redemption? The experience always reminds me of an episode from Night Gallery: They're Tearing Down O'reilly's Bar starring William Windom.

It is a lovely city with a rich history but aren't they all? I click my Red Wings together three times.

We all do this perhaps. The past, present and future collide inside our melons. Four pounds of gray mush. Electrictricity sparkin'. Drink plenty of fluids kids! Electrolytes and all.

I come from all directions to the city limits. Mix it up. North-east-west-south. I come from the present to the past from the future. E=MC squared.

The piston fires, rises and falls. Crankshaft turns. Sprockets and chain whine. Rubber grabs the asphalt. Past the schools and churches. The bars. The former dwellings I occupied. Memories creep into the gray mush. Slosh about mixing with the day's concerns and worries.

I guess I don't care why I'm there or here. Not today, yesterday or tomorrow.

I just am.