Cocoon

Fantasy forged in desire for respite; unfettered with cares, indulgences elevated. Dare to dream - finally in the moment. Underlying memories sweetened with omission: highlight reel of what was and could be. Resonating moments entwined with a feeling...a retreat from pilgrimage and doubt. Island literally and metaphorical; cloaked in cloud and mist. Escape: from all deemed meaningful, bask in anonymity...thoughts as wild as the surrounding sea. Tower or alter? Imbibe the air and salt spray and reflect on sea farers past; safely guided by phallic deity. Beyond the tumultuous, protesting shoreline, there be monsters - real and imagined - of equal peril. Night never cruel; kindly envelopes in cocoon of innocent inspiration: time machine to elaborate cubbyhouses created long ago…

Delicacies equally savoured and gorged - rote learnt scriptures no matter in this place. Deep, aged crimson liquid ideal marriage for rugged terroir. Lazy sun barely breaks horizon before retiring, enchanting breath with dragon fire. Reality and legend seemingly without separation. Truth is firmly province of mind's expansion. Twilight brief, without warning - perfunctory rather than performative. Face pricked by water no longer liquid, neck caressed by winter mistress and hands anxiously seeking temperate hole. But mind overloading with rapture - corrosive vicissitudes have no carriage here. Lips curl involuntarily upward, laughter emanates...freedom without bound -for now, in this moment - whilst marooned.