My frontal lobe crafts a path to find an apposite residence
for the fields of lavender provoked my limbic system kindling fine motor skills to
zoom into high gear swerving over Mount Everest’s most southern hemisphere,
Plummeting at warp speeds to crash perhaps into the rapid waterfalls,
But there is a tributary in Egypt’s river that’s swelling to the overflow,
Triggering the cortex to hover in excitement, like frantic butterflies fluttering in
Distressing the frontal lobe, how it throbs faster than the heart’s rhythm,
An impulse one too much! Darkness creeps quickly, dwarfing the thinking quotient
shutting down the speed of light,
River, mountain, lavender, butterflies, field,
The stroke of beauty vanishes, taken away, compromised, gone!
But the shell still exists, the light is on, that means someone is home! Knock Knock!
Any one home?
Do you understand the words coming out of my mouth?
Can you follow my fingers from left to right, from right to left?
Smile for me, I see the droop on your face,
Let me show you an unframed picture, my daughter once wanted to visit this place.
I see by the sparkle in your eyes you recognize the lavender fields! Yes?
Take it easy now, be encouraged I will stay with you as you get back to where you
need to be,
We will need two special luggage, one for our clothes, the other for miscellaneous
tools and we are off!
Bring a blanket to keep you warm from the cold Himalayan nights
A waterproof suit for to keep dry when we near the waterfalls.
A measuring tape to record the length of Egypt’s river,
A net, to harvest the frenzied butterflies
Music to calm the palpitating heart and remember a dagger to cut loose this wild
imagination of yours.