To be born into a time that is other from now,
If we’d be given a chance, or fate had been different;
Two souls colliding just years either side.
When you think that this rock has been hurtling through space
For billions of years, then thirty years past
Is nothing at all, just the blink of an eye.
And then there would be no worries about Twitter
Or the fact that I still don’t know how to turn on
The torch on my phone. I wouldn’t be worried
About my digital footprint, just who I will dance with
And which flowers will adorn my long, flowing hair.
I’m a person born later than than my soul needed be,
An alien in a world, too busy for me.
I have just started listening to the audiobook ‘Malibu Rising’ by Taylor Jenkins Reid and I read ‘Daisy Jones and the Six’ by the same author, a couple of years ago. I feel in love with Taylor’s writing, predominately because of when she set her novels.
Both of these books are set in the seventies and they are so rock and roll and glamorous. I loved them so much that I almost feel like I would rather be there than in the here and now. I know that not all of us could be in rock bands like Daisy Jones, but I feel like it’d still be better than living in 2021.
I quite fancy myself living as a free spirited wild child, eating magic mushrooms and dancing around a field with others dressed in linen, crochet and flowers.
I have always thought that I don’t belong in this time. I never carry my phone because I hate it and people look at me like I must be mad. I don’t understand why everyone wants to be contactable 100% of the time. If I’m out, I want to be free from any distractions and yet people seem to get really angry about that.
And what are the chances of being born in any one time period? Humans have been gracing the surface of the Earth for millions of years and it seems like the luck of the draw as to whether you are born in the 60’s or the 90’s.
I’m looking forward to the rest of Malibu Rising and dreaming of what life could have been like if I had been born a mere thirty years earlier.
2 thoughts on “free love and magic mushrooms”
Great poem and thoughts. I was a teenager in the late 1960s and early 1979s. It was a great time for freedom of expression. There were some draw backs also like the War in Vietnam. There was so much turmoil, but it was also a time for positive change. The music was awesome. The drugs were food at first, but so many became addicts.
I love finding a book that transports me like that! And it is fun to imagine what it would be like to live at another time. Of course, the reality is quite different to the imagination, but it’s still great to think about it.