Here I am in my zig zag shirt, courtesy of Goodwill. This Wednesday I am flying down to Key West. I am the Zig Zag Wanderer… A friend told me that in this picture I look like I’m in a good kind of pain.
“Zig zag wanderer, zig zag wanderer
You can huff, you can puff
You’ll never blow my house down
You can zig, you can zag
Whoa I’m gonna stay, gonna stay around”
I will be running up Route 1 from the southernmost point on the continental United States, heading north through the keys… the gravity of the sunset will pull me back to Cayo Hueso.
“You can dance, you can prance
Freeze those timbers, drop some beams
Hide my shield, throw away my lance
Zig zag child, mercy mile
Zig zag dream, zig zag dream
Zig zag”
It’s a glorious Sunday. My 3rdarm is stretching, pulling over the edges of the horizon toward the unknown. Swirling in a new nebula of stars, etc. I hope you stay in the danger zone but out of danger, 3rdarm. I hope you grab a dancing star. I hope that you get to drink a pulverized tropical fruit and sleep under the warm sun wearing SPF 100.
Hot Tip: Trader Joes has SPF 30 sunscreen for .99 dollars a tubular quantity.
Now the first of December was covered with snow
and so was the turnpike from Stockbridge to Boston.
Though the Berkshires seemed dreamlike on account of that frosting,
with ten miles behind me and ten thousand more to go.
There’s a song that they sing when they take to the highway,
a song that they sing when they take to the sea,
a song that they sing of their home in the sky, maybe you can believe it if it helps you to sleep, but singing works just fine for me.