Blue notes in my ears as I stare at the ceiling, full of cheese.
Festivities of light around me. I walk in the sunshine and stroll through illuminated streets at night. Imperceptible to the world, my steps have a little dance in them. When was the last time you danced?
It is hard to move to the funky tunes which they call jazz with a tummy full of goodies. I shift around, barely moving my feet. My stomach is the center of gravity, my limbs orbit the belly like the Earth does the moon. Big and round, it signifies my existence as a subject in the land of plentiful resources.
My feet tap lightly, I let myself be surprised these days. What’s the saxophone girl telling me? Sure sounds like a blast. The guy on the piano, with his nose almost touching the keys, lost in the jazz. I dance in the middle, we dance and play together – separate.
Oh the cheese is melted? Well then, let’s get this sustenance back in the Center of Gravity.
Perhaps we can have a little dance of the planets together later?
I’d love for you to join me.