Tuesday

 

When I forget milk
I go back to the corner store
Where the checkout
Girl’s mermaid tattoos wink
As she says “Have a nice day.”

Yesterday was early.
Water boiling, oatmeal in the throat.
Wheezing a tie,
Scraping the windshield,
Heavy briefcase race
Crawl to sit lifeless behind
A dividing wall.

But not today. Today
Is soul day.
Quiet day, empty day.
Out of the fecund silence
Comes frothy foaming
Canvas frosting. I may just
Eat what I paint.
To be without clothes
Is the gift of today.

To read about Tibetan Buddhism
And the way they believe
In serendipity and signs
Of the hidden unseen world.
Someone tried to move a sacred stone
And his son drowned upstream.

Tiredness and sleep are
Today’s welcome friends,
Come to help bloom
A dark water flower
Usually only seen
Under a pink sky.

©Venturing Unitarian 2016

 

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