Nothing like riding a storm

To a flooded-out fish festival

Driving back out

Heat-seeking lightning bolts

Aiming for my car on US 19

Craving shelter, and food,

At Hudson Beach

Running for a rest room

As wind whips the umbrella

Out of my cold, wet hand

Only to find out it’s too early

For lunch on the beach

Waiting as time barely ticks

Gazing at the high tide

Crashing against the Gulf-wall

My hair caught between shivering lips

Needing to be heated up

But that not happening

So back home

Wet and spotted with mud

Nothing like a huge plate of

Foreign cholesterol

Shoveled quickly



Nothing like it all

To finally knock me out

From a sleepless night

As I lie wrapped in several sleeping bags

Dogs gathered around

Living their dreams

As we all dance through

Our own surrealistic adventures

While deep breathing through

A much-needed nap


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE: Seawall, no identification




Born during a Neap Tide

With my Moon in the

Moon Children sign

Sun hiding behind

April showers

A Watery Fire sign am I

An oxymoron

As the Sun’s gravity

Works against the Moon’s

Wading in wishy-washy surf?

Attribute it to the Celestials…


© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)


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