Existence

It’s undeniable to me

that the sun rays will butter

the early morning skies -

a real blue that will

make me cry with joy.

Cotton breathed clouds

will dot my existence,

The midnight blue

evening skies

will sparkle with

sprinkled stars and

laughter, reaching

down to my soul,

rejuvenating me

with hope and passion.

The sea will roll in

on little foam feet,

tickling my fancy,

a constant rhythm

tangible and soothing.

Sand will fill

my toes

in sugary kisses.

Sleepy alligators

will slip back

into watery refuge

or sun on the banks

of my marsh canal.

Blue herons will gulp fish,

struggling valiantly

down their throats

in languid lumps.

There will be

thousands of white

butterflies announcing

virgin spring’s song,

orchestrated beauty,

with God as

their conductor.

Deer will wander

into my yard,

herding their young,

eating their dessert

of roses and hibiscus,

leaving my yard

stripped bare.

Prehistoric armadillos

will dig holes

in the rich earth

but they are in

no hurry to leave –

they’ve existed forever.

Moss draped oaks

will shade my

wanderings

as I ponder

the honesty

of my world.

This is my reality,

intrinsic to

all I am,

coloring my life

in its existence.