blues mantra

i stop myself every now and then
with an admonishment:
that i could still feel like
this
whilst sitting on a yacht deck
naked in the sunshine
calm seas all around.

it helps
to know this reality.

it truly does
it helps to know
that some word or action
out- of- place
could place one in liminality
so easily
and it doesn't need plastic walls
of an electric shower
or the subliminal hum of a pc,
white noise of a tv;
the blender,
toaster;
and a thousand brittle appliances
for
Shang-Ri-La
could ring just as hollow
at some point of discomfort,
dissatisfaction;
as any suburban wallow
caged by live wiring
designed merely to illuminate.

mind you -
sailing there ...
the very thought of that
sobers me