Wednesday Stew

Another gorgeous day from the island, days like this make the rainy season a mere memory. Outside the water is busy with potential buyers cruising through the sea of yachts waiting for their new owner’s to bust out the champagne over the bow, appeasing King Neptune. Filling their lungs with the smell of that new fiberglass hull. The streets are filled with hump day shoppers filling up on groceries, Canadian art, maple syrup and beaver sweaters while the seawall slowly populates with those who escaped the office today.

Up here on the second floor all is quite but the constant rat-a-tat-tat of the keyboard strokes. Left alone to hold up shop and to bring new life, words and ideas into new projects, as I near the end of my first month here. Meanwhile, my amazing other half is live on set as they film a series of new Ikea commercials. Ah on set, that is where she bustles with light and enthusiasm, in production where we long to be.

Now with coffee in hand with today’s newspaper, time for a small break that inspires a new thread of words….

All that I want is peace in my heart and I feel it there amongst the rubble of disenfranchised souls burning away around the globe. Oh the economy booms and echoes silently across the ocean to the rows of empty plates awaiting their daily porridge. The daily news reports the scripted truth to the masses that await the latest tragedy. Today they raise their pitchforks in the air and ask for his head, his arms, and his legs – his everything. It’s your turn to pay they say although you were nowhere to be found that day, locked away.

Throw the throne from the speech and all that is left are words that preach. Take a page out of the southern textbook and fill the seats with rhetoric. A five-point plan, that’s all we got, so say it again, and again and again. A single C-note for your kids and a few million for more cops, fill the jails with those who smoke pot, accountability and a GST cut. Keep it simple stupid so not to attract too much attention, besides, who knows how long you have. Minority priority.

Once again the cars run smoothly around the track never looking back. The grass is no longer green and the skies no longer lit as everything turns to dusk. Sirens blaring and there is only sound left to gage your direction. This is insurance at its best while the sun rises and sets. Then there was the sound of violins with harps and horns to boot. Soon the sparrows will swoop down on to their prey wondering what it was that turned their flight plan this way.