In full bloom
the hot steam rises
off the water,
the widest point of the Mississippi.
We know the thick of summer
dog days oozing
love for the flowers,
the sultry sun,
the aromatic breezes,
the suave mallards,
the sweaty tar,
the smell of an algae bloom,
the smiles of the girl who caught a sunny off the pier,
the fireworks display.
Our new and improved story begins again.
Listen to the hollers
of the days gone before,
so many knew of the magnificient
beauty all around us.
So many drawn to the mystery,
so many have heard the waves upon the rocks,
went out on the boat.
Seared tuna on sailboat with a glass of wine at dusk
and a green sea creature fantasy
around a gold chain
and pot belly,
like being at the top of the ferris wheel
that tickles our insides looking down
at the festival where
to laugh and share memories,
where beer is freely given
to those in the know who visit the tent
as the marching band percussion section
pulsates through our bones.
See the good,
see the good,
see as the church bell chimes at seven each morning,
as each train conductor decides how many times
to sound the horn at the intersections,
as we who live by those train tracks
quake with the rumble of a full cargo load.
Cheap crap from China
sells quicker than the
glorious locally grown
and the red-all-the-way-through
strawberries and tomatoes
of the proud home gardener with dirt
seasonally staining her fingers.
She still cans tomatoes, pickles and salsa.
My kids bought their Wii at Radio Shack.
How could this be?
How can we begin to not default
to the usual negative and complaining
knee-jerk reactionary state-of-mind?
Armor coats our hearts,
fear of love,
fear of trust,
fear of success,
fear of failure,
fear of smart women,
don’t postpone joy,
the bumper sticker reads,
let us remember,
Jesus was all about love.
our boys in the backroom play poker and plan
the painting gets done downtown
making better what we already have.
See the good.
Take me to that beautiful point,
where the truth gets told.
Take me to the ridge where the view is untainted
and begs for a wind charger.
Drinking up the savored heat
like a thirsty traveller
in the desert.
Our time for cheese and fruit
and warm waves
crashing gently in
as the full moon rises
taste our treasures,
smell the bounty,
hear the blessings,
our downtown painters
our road workers
our local eateries and shops
our staff at the castle at the center of town
our random acts of kindness folks
our full bloom summer is waning,
see the good
see the good.
How can we not default
to the positive
when the good is sought?