Was it the fitful dreams Or maybe it was the annoying flies Persistent in their touch and go landings On the tip of my nose ..that opened my eyes To be met With the reality Of a pillow drenched with sweat From my bedraggled saturated hair As that may have been more the cause That rousted me into this sweltering putrid air Not even the ceiling fan was moving As the power had been pulled 2... or Oh... who knows....... a few days ago Outside the grimy fly spect window I could see The rainbow bedazzled sailboat sail Gently moving across the placid aqua blue water From up here on the second floor I could see the entire lake is it stretched away To seamlessly blend with the baby blue sky
Closer in along the shoreline a dozen little kids at play Content in their animated movement as they skittered about All brightly dressed little 4 or 5 year olds Reminding me of gumballs as they spilled out of a torn sack Watching carefully were the parents or guardians Posted in somnolent but wary guard duty Along the peremater wall of park benches
Along the bright green manicured ground Brightly colored and abstract blankets were scattered around Where people sat or lay back To watch the lazy movement of cotton fluff clouds tracking north
Standing there taking this all in I noticed two dead flies that had crash-landed on the windowsill Victims of that invisible barrier to freedom Good I said to myself out loud As I hoped one was the kamikaze who woke me from the sleep into this Although I had to admit the beauty All that life - Love - happiness and fun Was something special to see for certain And I stood there sweat drenched Overheated and overcome by the overwhelming desire to close the ****** curtain So that's exactly what I did And then lay back down with laced fingers behind my head To stare at the ceiling and the fly that wandered around and around the motionless ceiling fan blade And I was .... Powerless to do anything about it