It isn’t like you to leave with coffee on. So, I let myself in and turned off the pot…and poured myself a cup….with a little butter and cream, thank you. So good. But, where were you? Why in such a hurry? Looking around the room, I spied a half ripped page from your note pad by your land line. Funny, we were just talking about how old we are and how we won’t give up our land lines even though we have cell phones too. Are they still called cell phones? No matter I suppose. I could just make out the impression of what you wrote on the half-page you ripped out. “state and b st” ….in your perfect lettering…so unlike my scribbles. “In the city,” I mused. “But why? Is there some sort of emergency? It must be. You hate the city! Brings back too many memories.” So, it’s off to State and B Street.
It was a morning of unusual happenstance I was tempted to knock on your door anyway Wolves had chased me out of the woods Your present lay on the trail behind
Should I return to retrieve it Risking being torn to pieces? Well, if I am eaten alive Then I am good for nothing! Hmm, glad I settled that.
So, picking wild mustard and radish flowers I made you a fine bouquet. And brought it to your door. Knocking was futile….and dust covered your windows. Peering in, I could see steam billowing from your pot. Alas, you were not home.
The edges of my life are still blurry And sometimes, It feels like I’m flying alone.
Moon tells me this is not so. “It’s all in your head” she says. Cloud becomes indignant… “And what am I to you? All these years I have performed At your every whim, Creating mood and color?”
Sun waxes stoic. “You hurt me with that assessment, But I understand your condition. Sometimes, We stop seeing what our eyes are telling us And we listen to that recurring nightmare That will not leave us alone.
Open your eyes Live the beauty set before you. Let it fill your every pore. I will cover your face With the energy That fosters love, gentleness, And kindness. Isn’t this sufficient?”
October 9 marked one year here on WordPress. Thank you everyone who has been a sun and moon to me in this crazy expressive world.
photograph is multiple exposures – post includes color shifts and light texture