When the Sun Comes to December
Lanzarote windmill (Photo credit: @Doug88888)
Spring, mine
has come Late Summer
Rays lengthening like luminous lashes
on a photoshopped Supermodel
and stars
I mean I see them everywhere
they shine even
by Day
were I a Beginner
it would almost seem wonderful
in brief flashes
between dry Heaves
recurrences begin
to replace
Occurrences and I feel like walking out
on this Movie
Sometimes
really I do
but Mother Universe
keeps inventing
compelling characters
you know, the kind that make you wanna stick around
and see when and how their story ends
if You don’t exit before them
and then controversies
Buddha said “withdraw”
It is Illusion, Maya
but so damn compelling
and you don’t get much press
tilting at Windmills these Days
some battles you win, some you lose
but you know, you stop keeping score after a while
and look out the Observation Deck
and begin to enjoy the Scenery,
its fleeting quality
the evanescence of new and varied Stimuli
that keep you from finally pulling that Trigger
and give you the Patience to wait for
when the Sun comes to December
agnewpickens 