Other Things

It’s spring again. Thoughts of jungle hunters and mythical sea people and what makes them better than a well-intentioned barnacle have been keeping me up at night, and playing in the background are songs about boomerangs and other things that come back to you. When I wasn't waiting for sleep, I was waiting for these other things to come back. And now I’m told they won’t, and you can’t get rid of ghosts, but there are things you can do to take your mind somewhere else for awhile and things you can take to fall asleep sooner, but they are all waiting for me in my dreams. I don’t think the other things will come back, but they never leave, either.