A gentle breeze,
Flows through the leaves,
The bamboo wind chime,
Toggles intermittently in time.
The train whistle loudly bellows,
As the iron horse squeals,
Grinding over the rails,
Pulling endless tank cars like a tail.
A city bus screeches, stops, and kneels on the corner,
Speeding off with its passengers, both local and foreign.
A neighbor’s dog barks at a rabbbit, then, at a bird,
An airplane gliding overhead is next heard.
I’m home on a Friday,
What else can I say?
I’m applying brush strokes to a clay pottery vase,
My gentle painting renews the pattern of a floral base,
Which had been etched in with a diamond tipped tool,
With its previous art now extinguished and cool.
The bird keeps on crowing outside my patio door,
As another distant bird echoes his call, flying in, joining him for more,
Another neighbor is mowing his lawn,
As a work truck speeds off, and is gone.
I get busy with housework as my project’s paint dries,
The pottery looks nice in its new disguise.
I think I will like this peaceful coexistance I now have,
I’m married to a wonderful husband and dad.
As we ride to the lake, all leather clad,
Seeing ducks with their ducklings, swimming along,
And deer wading waist deep through wheat fields, as we sing a song,
As we live in our sixth decade with eachother on this earth,
Both thinking, “This is the best year so far, since my birth, that I’ve ever had,”
Together, we return, winding down the road towards the sunset, thinking, “Life’s not too bad!”
Valerie Jean Laidlaw
August 28, 2015