when I was an ostrich

when I was an ostrich, I carried a load of marbles
in my hobo bag
that leans on the crook of my neck and shoulder blade
day after day
I would walk, squawk and meander
… all around the parking lot, you know the one – where two-guys used-to be?
one afternoon, i’d say it was around 3,
because there was a swarm of us ostriches
that settled by the dumpster behind the diner
… anyway, it was about three o’clock and something in this bird
brain of mine told me to
walk this way
and graciously, I made an about face,
and began to walk in my ostrich way, leading you to believe that
I am dumbfounded because my head sways the ways it does,
but mind those thoughts and here me now –
I saw things I’d never noticed before!
My world changed, just like that!
I’m afraid to say that I was living one-dimensionally.
There, I said it.
That place and time, turned-out to be no good for me.
I was always at that place where you weren’t too sure that
tomorrow would be different than today.
That’s not healthy, BUT HERE I AM, at a better place.
And in time, I will have exhausted all options to mold this new world
to  be  proud to say, I Am Complete.
Oh, I’d bet you’re wondering about those marbles.
No worries, I haven’t lost them.
dedicated to Richard Brautigan

3 responses to “when I was an ostrich

  1. You, of course, had my mind meandering with you as you walked…and the last line was a direct hit…bravo! Still chuckling about this one!

  2. Charles, this one really came out of nowhere… I’m still wondering if it has a moral!! 😉

  3. such a reasonable read through of when I was an ostrich | dld self narration Pleasing think its great

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