as a blank sheet...
as a blank sheet
a page
void
of any markings
to start the day
positive
in a world
chaotic
what grows
as the critters
beg
in demanding
purr
loving
and food
of course
the word
is out
a fresh
ten pound bag
chicken drums
small ones
at that
a perfect
nosh
on a quiet
Monday
for which
has no relativity
in their
delicate little
brains
still
a good day
of rejoice
of celebration
slightly grey
slightly cool
no flies
in the heat
of season
yet
as if
a church moment
a natural sermon
on the plateau
a manmade
mount
a slice
of now
in time
a soliloquy
of poignant
beauty
not too long
too short
simply
a perfect
capture
reflected
timeless
as the still
motionless
twinkle
subtle magic
painted
filling life
as breath
religious
as the critters
know not
the metaphor
just my understanding
of the wonders
taking form
in colors
shapes
sounds
not to forget
misspellings
as the pepper
on the pie
celebrating
morning’s
beginning
as
a blank
sheet
