Tuesday, February 9, 2016

ForeverClear

     Art Alexakis sang to me during my most recent seizure, minutes ago.
     I was editing my earlier post, which I do even after publishing, sometimes. They never feel quite good enough to share, but I do anyway.
     When I read the part about my kindergarten being in Mrs. Davis' basement, I thought about where she taught, at my future elementary school...and there I went.
     As I drifted into Henry Siler School again, I heard his voice...Please don't tell me everything is Wonderful now.
     If it isn't, then why do I feel that way when the seizure fades away, always?
     Isn't now the place I come back to after the seizure, with a secret smile on my face,
feeling so very wonderful..?