Palisades

It feels as though my brain has liquified & is sloshing up against the inside of my skull.   People pay good money to feel like this & here I am getting it for free.   This morning’s all about the fog & thin drizzle, drin thizzle, damp & eternal-like.   I can step between the rain drops if I shut my eyes & think about something else, but it’s a long way from here to there, & I can’t find my shoes.