Relief in Kemah

Relief in Kemah

You may have seen him too,

haggard, mumbling, unkempt,

drawing whispered attention,

content, alone on the bench.

His gaze rests upon the star shape fountainhead,

springing up random, geyser-like streams,

as children frolic, squeal in anticipation,

as parents busily capture digital memories

or imbue with sideline relief cocktails,

or in my case, chilled cold beer.

I sat there all day,

as did he,

oblivious to the spicy friction of dripped perspiration,

comfortably numbed by an endless parade of blurred emotion,

an echoed, ringing chamber of the moment.

There is a bond my vagrant shares,

an appreciation lacking constraints,

of freedom in a time and space of our choosing.

Our freewill,

discards preconceptions,

abandons material judgments,

forsakes possession of permanence,

only to savor to the senses

a declared emancipation.

From the staccato outbursts of internet earth,

to the awakening rush of thought convergence,

to the next generation's ascension up the pop charts,

I drift slowly down the slippery slope of marginality

with all the gentleness of ease and grace,

slip, sliding and away into soothing currents.

- Mark Trubisky

Inspired by the painting “Relief in Kemah”