summertime is ending
and i’m driving
through mid-afternoon thunderstorms
and driving
through change as we are entering
night before life has a chance
to turn to bright.
the pastures on my way home from work flood almost every afternoon
and i always pass through
wondering how the cows and the birds and the bees and the trees feel about all this
water.
i know how college students feel, to say the least
and professors and colleagues
my grandmother and my niece
but the cows and the birds and the bees and the trees
how do they feel as they are stuck
in this endless downpour
do they ever pray for an even score?
sitting on a Wednesday afternoon
and i’m told how a lotus is formed
a lotus is made in the mud
and it blossoms out to be
a beautiful flower indeed
it’s all pretty clear, now, to me.
funny how life works with our doubt
through the long way home and learning to love what life becomes
when we let go.
i find connections
in the nature of this and the nature of that
metaphorical yet so real
observation can save your life,
my dear.
summer pastures flood, and hearts do too
mirrors break, and egrets love the rain
a lotus grows from the mud, and cows are Jaydee's best bud
but just know that rain may form the flood
the sun will come back out, i know that to be true
it’s in Louisiana's blood
and you’ll sit with the cows and the birds and the bees and the trees
in a summer that’s too late once more
where it is night before it is afternoon, and where it is dark before it is bright
and time.
sweet old time,
time will change you.
and i can only hope
you’ll smile at it and simply say
thank you.
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