Follow these steps to set your mind free,
turn off the lights, and float down stream.
First, you must find your camouflaged switch
the one that makes your memory twitch
and with your fingers of feeling lightly flick
and hope the evening’s cork won’t stick.
Take in the spicy aroma of the dark,
velvety stream, poured in perfect arc.
Swirl and smile, the float’s appealing
destination- a lazy-river feeling.
Climb in the raft any way you choose
there’s lots of bounce when drinking booze.
Bring a book, brimmed hat, some tunes
watch your worries shrink to prunes.
Splash in the flow of letting go.
No need to steer; no need to row.
Sip the sunshine, tingly and strong,
then join the stream where you belong.
This poem is in response to Flashback Track Friday #14 Tomorrow Never Knows-which asks us to share what we do to relax. Join us downstream.
Yard Sale of Thoughts 
I love the imagery. Ready to float down stream with you and your beautifully crafted words and take it all in. Nice job!
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Ty. We can take it nice and easy as usual.
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I’m smiling more and more as I’m reading. A glass of something smooth plus some ear candy, what could be better?
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Good company. 😉
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Watch your worries shrink to prunes! 😂😂😂
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Sure; or your toes at least, right.
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Now, if you had put goolies, that would have had me rolling on the floor!
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Enjoyed the tangential Beatles reference. Can’t wait to relax & float. Cool write. Thanks.
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Thanks, Ron. Plenty of tubes, hope to see you on the river. 😉
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ahh that strange song from ‘Revolver’; love the floaty images and that flawless line:’watch your worries shrink to prunes’
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Thank you, John. Miss the floating. Congrats on your Drabble story, very glad to see it published.
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