Holes in the Sky

Riding the Strand back from Venice last night after a beautiful sunset. One of the best since I've been living in this mess. Apocalyptic talks on the beach. Dolphins and elephants. I was on my way home after dark and I had a moment, somewhere between "Gotta Know" and "Lullaby" on Georgia Warhorse. Filled with light. Filled through and through with a feeling I could hardly hold onto. I had it all laid out in front of me. The works. The way and the truth were as clear as the lights of the Manhattan Pier. Nothing really matters. Not these miserable cloudy days, and not anything in them. I had to laugh. Had to. It must have lasted nearly five miles. Then a wave of the real world washed over me and it was gone, leaving me to make my ponderous way up Torrance Boulevard sweating like a whore in church. I won't forget though. I just don't remember.