we had returned from Alabama from the wedding. along the way we were stopped by the Highway Patrol with a speed warning, then caught under a red light camera in Tallahassee. My spirit sagged. Then I got to recalling the days of blessings past and wrote something to lift the spirit.
When tickets add up and things just do not seem to be going any way...6/14/2011
In fields of blue
I picked a cloud
Just for you
Put it in a prism jar
Glittered it with
a dash of star
wrapped it in
a sheet of wind
tied it off
with a strand
of sun beam
Laid it at your
steps and rained away.
I took a ticking clock
and set back the
hands of time
At the strike of one
we woke from mats
and ran to recess fun
At the stroke of three
The happy hour
on bars of monkey
Never giving it a thought
that hands below were
spinning time.
Down by the bubbling sink
Where seers and sages
went to think
We laid our thoughts upon
the sand
Scribbling messages only seers
could understand
and sages would sweep so we
could lay our thoughts
all over again.
In attics lost I found
the magic set
I waved the wand and recited
the spell
And from the top hat the
rabbit fell.
About time, he said, How
could you forget?
Forgive me
My mind was
sand upon the sink.
In plein air we stretched
canvas taut
Made some lines from the
lightening bugs we caught
Splashed on colors from the
rainbow pots
Hung it from the cloudy tips
Gave the angels something to
enjoy between their trips.
So down to earth the bouquet
blooms at your door
Only I rained but I rain no more
The clock has spun and now
its nearing three thirty-three
It seems I've left the rabbit
with the monkey
And the angel says, the work
is tainted with a purple haze.
While I stand drenched upon
the playground
And no one comes to play.
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