over the loose gravel and down the damp embankment
to the muddy edge
of Peace.....
Fat ducks waddling before me,
and wet dogs .... nose to the ground and tails to the sky...
trailing behind me....
This is Home now....
where the sky is wet watercolor paper....
soaking up our moods,
our stories,
our fate,
and casting it into eternity...
a technicolor drive-in movie splashing before us...
The colors of now.....
Yes, this is Home now...
Where the bugs have tiny motorboat engines for hearts
and the snakes are bigger than make believe....
where our little glass houses are cellophane tents
and our twisted stories are peppermints.
little party favors for the passing....
I click the camera...
savor the captured wild sky one more time....
And remember....
Every day is the Gift....
And this one is mine......
May your sky be as blessed....
