My Aimless Love
from Out With Lanterns, a daily poetry practice
Today in the shower, I was singing that song from that 80s movie, “My Aimless Love.” As I rinsed my hair, I realized: Wrong lyrics. I had to search my back brain for the right words. Not Aimless. What was it? Brooke Shields. Endless! "My Endless Love." I step out of the shower, decide that I prefer aimless. Let’s not have a destination. Let’s not think about whether we’re going to be endless or not. Let’s just wander. Let’s see what’s around this corner. Let’s hang on to each other until the next.
Ah Julie I love this. Yes, yes, aimless. Endless aimlessness :)
Woohoo! My best adventures have been those without aim or plan or design. Wandering through backstreets just following whatever the eyes, ears and nose leads me. I’m in admiration of your poems - and your ability to sing in the shower. I will attempt to emulate the former - the latter lies in the tell of the ridiculous (I’m tone deaf😜). Birds fall from the sky when I try, if you believe my wife. Then again she’d know, you’d think.