Surprise

I once wished that when the sun was out, it would just stay out, when the sky was clear, it should remain that way, and that one day I might hear the ringing of a bell and have my desires delivered to my door.

Now I see clouds same as the sun, and all that blue that lines the gray, and what I long for is as real as a cypress tree, breathing in its own rhythm, appearing in a form hidden and visible at the same time.




Photo by Rob Penner.