It’s Spring, I’m fully vaccinated, and stuff is turning green everywhere. Baseball is being played, skin is being showed, and there are tulips growing in the yard. Birds are doing it. Bees are doing it. Even the spring peepers over in the pond are doing it – loudly.
I can’t do lockdown any more. I just can’t. I mean sure, I’ll wear a mask and do my 3-ft social distancing thing from anyone I don’t have a personal relationship with and know where they’ve been, but something snapped in me this week and I’m about to pop like an overripe pimple.
I need to cut loose, break free, go wild, It’s nice out and I’m finna leave it out.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not advocating putting anyone in danger, or not using common sense. I’m nothing if not all about responsible behavior. But the Wyld Stallyn in my heart needs to break those rusty chains and fly free like a rocket from the crypt. ‘Cause this bird you cannot change. I’m letting go, even if only in my back yard, naked except for my sailor hat. The heart wants what the heart wants. Do not judge me.
I can’t be the only one itching to do somersaults in that sundress with no panties on just to show the universe what I’m made of. So let’s cry havoc and let slip the dogs of music and go nuts. If only in our hearts. And as always, thanks for coming and for letting me be part of DUAN.