Invisible Thoughts (Clowns on the Beach)
By Jeffrey Moss Charles / August 2019
The last time I went to the beach,
I got sucked out by the undertow,
Before I even went into the water.
The last drum circle I played at,
My riddims were stolen out of my hands,
And my feet were locked in the sand.
The final sunset of the year fell out of the sky,
Winter became fall became summer became rain,
However, sunshine ran into first place from behind.
Skating the bowl and shreddin’ the waves,
Cruising down Main Street with the wind in my hair,
No worries, no cares, no invisible thoughts.
One day, maybe soon, when it all goes down,
I’ll be around, making some sound, acting the clown,
‘Til then be well and get some rest.