Thursday, August 4, 2011

South Texas Lullaby, Road Trip Part 5

I went to sleep last night in a huge soft white boat of a bed, toes tucked in cool cotton sheets, air conditioner humming me free of the murderous, humid heat, and as my eyes closed, the last thing I saw outside our bedroom window was the dark water moving and the last thing I heard was the singing of ocean wind, the lullaby of South Texas...





I woke again to water, a bright heat, and a lone crane visiting the neighbors across the way.




How funny it seems to me that a
Brooklyn girl, a lifetime back East spent on concrete and under immense dusty old-growth trees, or in the rumination of pine-dark, cold mountainscapes, could feel so right, here: the strange heat, the scrubby thirsty land remind me of my own bones, my foundation; and the vast sky, alive with clouds, releases the bonds of gravity. Looking up I am convinced I could fly!





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11 comments:

mapstew said...

Soar! :¬)

xxx

Brian Miller said...

fly on! love the texture on the second pic!

Jimmy said...

Brilliantly descriptive.

savannah said...

there is something about the south that seems like home for natural born story tellers, sugar. as if everything has brought us here to revel in the heat, the sun and, for me, the water. xoxoxoxo

Martin H. said...

You know, Leah, reading this, you've convinced me too.

Pat said...

Now just try it first from a small height. Promise?

MJ said...

Looking up I am convinced I could fly!

Let us know how that goes for you.

Leah said...

lol I decided against it!

Leah said...

I am reminded of the 1980s tv drama in which the hero takes PCP and stands on the roof shouting "I can flyyyyy!!"

Snowbrush said...

I'm with MJ, I want to know how that flying gig goes for you (this despite my own latest post). I do envy you for sleeping on a boat, but I'll pass on the heat, thank you.

Tracey said...

That's funny. As I read of your travels, I imagine you (to me the embodiment of Brooklyn -- not like I know you or anything) and I feel like you are out of place. But, you are not. Hmm. Like when I saw a yarn store in Huntington Beach, Ca. The people here knit? It sort of shook me. There is some meaning in that, but I am too tired to think of it.