Digital Rabbit Hole

       “Descending Down” by Dale Innis AI Art

I’m Baaaack!)
Ahhh..I feel the need to gloss over a bit my quick exit from the online world and
retreat into bird watching,
I have lived most of my life in two very superstious countries, Costa Rica & Jordan. I have absorbed much of the beliefs and superstitions and have actually felt at times there was a real wisdom working there.
My precious cat was killed on Good Friday (I was still in Ramadan) and 5 days later my 6 month old, top-of-the-line, 16″ Macbook Pro self destructed. The screen, it seems, just spontaneously cracked. I had to replace it btw on my dime as their 1 year limited warranty, is VERY limited and does not include screens.  I just got it back 2 days ago. The thought of “Bad Luck Comes in Threes” did cross my mind and then a few days later, I broke out in more areas of a strange (seemingly incurable) skin rash I have been battling for almost a year.

Now suddenly it’s on my face, my back, my legs so I immediately went to the doctor  and after a biopsy  was diagnosed with a rare autoimmune disease that interestingly, affects more people who have Ashkenazi Jewish DNA (I have 50%) or Middle Eastern, I am a 1-5 in a million.
How about feeling special!!
The good news is… I am responding very well to cortisone cream and so far do not need to to take oral steroids. My new lesions have all but disappeared and the old ones are finally giving way to the treatment too,
Soooooo I picked up my field glasses and went bird watching.  I needed to de-stress after my
bad luck streak (in threes) and it did me much good:)
Now…my bad luck streak is OVER!
Here I am ready to read you and I won’t probably catch up, but I will start to comment on all your posts from today.
I offer you this recording and poem, The illustration above, by Dale, goes with it and I hope you will enjoy. To the music “Olt Eih” by Omar Diab…..
It’s about a different time by the way…always nice to remember those:)

Descending down into my sleep,
I dream a dream now falling into larger seas.
Lower me, to the depths below the basement walls,
of your very most bottom floor,
I will let myself  float down,
a soft pink scarf, into your ever waving open hands.

All the imaginary trials and tears,
have been lived and photographed inside your halls,
In the spaces left between,
I lived two lives in awe and raptured creativity.
Grind the sweet and juice- filled -fruit,
the colors pour all over crimson mountain tops.

Sinking in nostalgia’s moving sands,
I comb the raided basement rooms,
I feel an earthquake shake my heart,
nothing is what it was, now just tumbled disarray,
Going down and further down into my sleep,
drugged on fantasies that technicolor me.

Coming off of all that beauty, everything’s too normal now, 
for a glutton-colored poet such as I
Yes… I sucked the magic ink up in my straw until,
the skins dried on the empty page,
Then poured it over unborn lives,
perhaps the  bitter- sweetest virtual moments of my memory.

Descending  down into my sleep,
I dream a dream now falling into larger seas.
Lower me, to the depths,
below the basement of your very most bottom floor,
I will let myself float down,
a soft pink scarf into your ever waving open hands.

Karima Hoisan
2011 Costa Rica