today, i want to be in guana state park. traversing the winding trails through the ancient forest where rattlesnakes sleep under palmetto fronds, and low spots are tar baths for boar.
above me, banana spiders menacingly hang between the pines and oaks. floating there, stationary against the sky. waiting.
past the river, around a pond, across A1A, and through the oat-covered dunes to where the golden shore opens up and slides into the sapphire sea.
but instead, I’ll help turn the wheels of commerce sitting in my office while clouds spit rain outside.
a million miles away.
Photo: Tim Hamby