My father used to tell me to take
a long walk on a short pier.
I thought he was trying to get rid of me.
I would walk away.
We weren’t close.
We never talked.
But maybe he was trying to share something with me.
His love of the sea.
He had been a Marine in World War II.
He could have been sharing with me in his awkward way.
His love of boats and the deep, blue sea.
Now when I look out at the ocean,
I think of him.
Have you ever been caught
in a web of your own deceit?
A web of lies that grew
out of control.
One lie leading to the next.
So much easier to be truthful.
No lies to remember.
Easier on your brain and on others.
Stick to the truth or
be stuck in your own web.
I remember going to Marine Park in Brooklyn and playing with an egg box. An egg box can be a lot of things;even storage for your small toys.