Grass Was Always Greener

Dusty Springfield, half-whispered “You’ve Got the Look Of Love” from the bat-winged, ’64 Chevy Biscayne’s dashboard speaker; after a day in the hayfields.  If only she were whispering to me–or so, I thought at the time.

If only all girls were like California girls.  Everyone in far-off places seemed to be better off, have more fun–the grass was always greener.  Pity the fools, desperate for good news that never came.

Past lives left behind in rear-view mirrors; chrome chariots pointed, anywhere but here.  “Here” transmogrified into a catch-all phrase–meaning whatever predicament one happened to be in at that given moment.

Anywhere but here, was the new mantra.  How could everybody be somewhere else, when some, somebodies had to stay behind, to make-up for those that went somewhere else?

If there is a point to all this–it is to make the best of where you are; right now, at this moment.  Because, take my word for it, the grass is not always greener.

 

For of those to whom much is given, much is required.  JFK’s observation in 1961, taken from Luke 12:48 KJV.

 

 

The War Within

Idle minds were trouble’s workshop

Nothing good happened after 2 am

Extreme cold kept a lid on crime

Extreme heat caused crime to rise

If only everybody thought the same on every subject?

Wouldn’t living in snow globes be perfect?

Orchestrated micro-worlds, decorated with red ribbons

Swiss chalets and chopping woodmen–human-sized mini castles

Gingerbread cottages, carefully planned

to please the terminally nostalgic

Everything the same, every day for ever and ever

Nothing else seemed to work

Most wouldn’t  notice differences at first

They’d be too busy with Holiday activities

Condensed calcite fell in faux snowstorms

as if by magic–timed for every Holiday season

Until, shaken snow globe earthquakes became more frequent

More earthquakes, more and more snow

“It was efflorescence, not snow!”

“It wasn’t cold enough to snow!”

Skeptics shouted, wizened to their controlled environment

loathed the falseness–Holidays became an insipid joke

Outside celebrations forbidden

Escapes inevitable, although futile

Freedom zones were anything but free