Friday, June 28, 2013
My Inner Conky Joe
I’m home, mon, but the islands are still in me. No hurries. No worries.
Pitched it all in on Bahamian beaches. Left the digital behind and embraced island ways. Made fast and lasting friends with my inner Conky Joe. Laid back, un-tracked, sun smacked, don’t give a crap, slack. That’s me right now. That's me.
I’m caught in the rhythm of out island flats. Wake with the dawn, walk for da bones, work on a bottle of rum wit' da boyz. Set your troubles aside for another time. Simple.
I’m good with simple. We could use more simple.
So excuse my sloth in telling the tale. Soon, I promise. Soon. But, for the moment, I have a sunrise to catch.
Ya, mon. Dere be a sunrise to catch.