The hours of this day stretch out before me
Like sheets on a clothesline.
I know I need to take them
And fold them,
Arrange them neatly,
That they might fulfill their purpose.
But I am mesmerized by their gentle movement in the breeze,
By the white morning sun’s shimmering glow on them as they swing,
More interested in their shapeless shadows on the lawn than in touching them
At all.
I am content, shame on me,
To watch them hang useless…
But so pretty.
photo S.C.
Three sheets to the wind, who knew what was to come.
Good to just be,
and be,
and let the wind fill, lift, tug, release.
Tethered to the clothesline,
basking
these sheets return to their normal state:
Unruffled.
I love it! “You get me, man! You get me.” <3 ha ha
And I get you. <3