For most of the day,
I had been treading
carefully, waiting and hoping
the tiger would eat me,
or leave me, and my daughter,
suffused in weightless smiles,
happiness. We had walloped
golf balls, hammered them
and missed them and whiffed
at them, so our energy
had been expelled. Driving
east in a smooth vehicle
like an oblong bubble. It was
evening, the sun in the
obligatory west, and maybe
it was a rear-view mirror,
but we were bathed in
gold, bliss and blessedness
on Highway 10.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Find an Outlet on December 17, 2013 - 8:38 pm
You ran away to a middle class playing field…and were bathed in bliss. Maybe it was the company…but it was not impossible.
#2 by Carl on December 17, 2013 - 9:00 pm
Haha! You’re wonderful! Middle Class is fine as long as there is a rut and some spiritual stuff mixed in.
#3 by claudia on December 17, 2013 - 11:09 pm
very cool…. that sounds like a lovely day… and those moments of bliss often hit unexpected and we so should so soak them up to the last drop…smiles
#4 by Carl on December 18, 2013 - 7:52 am
Ah, yes, Claudia, thank you for your comment, and thank you for reading.
#5 by clinock on December 18, 2013 - 9:03 pm
The Zen of golf…
#6 by Carl D'Agostino on December 31, 2013 - 4:28 pm
Get rid of that rear view mirror-Happy New Year !
#7 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:17 pm
Thanks as always for your supportive comments, Carl!
#8 by Evelyn on February 15, 2014 - 9:31 pm
“but we were bathed in
gold, bliss and blessedness
on Highway 10.”
Wonderful lines. emotional and meditative
#9 by Carl on February 25, 2014 - 1:29 pm
Thank you for the comment. They are real. We are more powerful when real, right?
#10 by Evelyn on February 28, 2014 - 4:52 pm
real and true. most definitely.