Hindsight

I envisioned it differently
with brightly colored red poppys
the smell of lavender wafting gently through the air
the scene of a warm summer day with the soft breeze softly grazing my skin

I envisioned the rag time band
the horns the drums the joyful beats
moving my body, swaying me from left to right to left to...
I somehow lost the beat
Perhaps because I envisioned it differently

I envisioned it like refreshing water
pouring slowly and deliberately down my throat in the August heat
The coolness charging my insides
A sudden contacture of my pupils, the tiny hairs on my arms standing on end.

I envisioned it differently,
so what
do i
do now?