Hi, joEy here. Sun, Aug 23rd, Jesse Gallagher “Divine Life Society” on the phonograph. Flushed with the rich pouring waters of beauty of life. I’m 38 years old but I’m in Cherokee, NC panning for gold and gems. It’s an unusually quiet summer on the reservation. Quite pleasant, though few decided to arrive. I’m walking a bamboo forest off the side of the cliff road and river bank, asking God what’s going to happen to joEy? Where is he going to go, Lord? Why is he here? Where did they go?
Couples are walking the archipelago. Children are playing in the cool rivers. Where is my family? Why haven’t they come, God? What is broken in joEy? The crystal clear sun illuminates the peaks of the river caps. Two little boys are seeking treasures. They sit on the stools just barely tall enough to reach the bar. The water pump is turned on and the mud flows down. I am struck that it is real and happening, but in this July, the business is shut down. The streets are empty. The cartoon drawing of the Santa-clause like figure and his donkey horse show me lost Pamela. The universe must be a circle. It must play games. First, it’s on this side. You think it is forever. Oh, so surprised you will be when it changes the score on you. Upside down is now right-side up.
I think of Cherokee children and have a dirty thought about Native American women. It makes me smile, I guess joEy never changed at all. My Mom is back in Michigan, yet somehow she’s with me everywhere I go. I love you, Mom.