as the windows lit this morning,
vista of him started shimmering.
as I view yesterday's scriptures,
still deciphering the figures.
pleased on how it began,
as the current flows,
in a fog, I'm walking around.
vague ideas from his wits,
mumbling, persuading me to quit.
cut it out says the other
fretful and smothered.
draft and roll the scheme,
keep your shirt on
and live the dream,
a blessed life with him.
5-17-11