One feels excessive When ignored, Like a used paper cup Washed against a clog Blocking a storm drain Which will finish its Descent with an outburst Of rain and a thunderclap Causing tender ears pain.
Who we are is a blessing, For we tumble like rocks In a polishing canister Until our sharp edges curve, Beautiful colors gleam, On our smooth surfaces, After time expended in Bringing us through study, Toil, trouble, to inspiration.
None is expendable, Gifts arranged like jewelry, In a showcase accrued Throughout hours become Profitable, years when those Who dream unfettered, sparkle Like platinum starburst, Proving love is the attribute Most attractive and affirming.
I saw the open door But felt I should go, Another way, Continuing down the hallway Until I came upon An exit. Through the door – I wandered barefoot on The grass, Buoyed by the scent of water – Wafting from an active Stream Like the impression Of safety within a dream.
The sky begins to grin Laughter in breezes licking Blooms, buds, emerging all over, Birds try Mozart on the wing Welcoming the joys of Spring. Lawnmowers come out of Their retirement finding They can roar and slash Again, demolish growth and grass; The turning wheel of time Season to season leaving, Joining creation in multiplication. Children beg for outside time Adults encourage homework Completed, then recreation; Grills abandon covers, gathering Fuel, beginning a slow-burn – Coaxing the best of flavors Out of all types of meat. Sandals, shorts, sundresses In dizzying colors appear Draping girls, women everywhere. Boys, men put aside much hiding For muscles viewed in shorts, tanks Enjoying nature’s fabulous celebration. Maybe time, even with its imperfections Hollers out opportune possibilities As LOVE makes its many advances.