Just In Time For Easter 2006

Two Saturdays Before Easter Sunday

Seven a.m. grease stain
breakfast in a white wax paper bag
appearing like late night cable psychic’s prediction
sandwiched in between tasteless infomercials
Solitary donut
obediently sits sweetly beside
along for the ride,
on the passenger side
faux leather car seat.
An insanely tall sized dark roasted,
gymnastically balanced
between driver’s legs.
Slowly cooling like a secret,
warming ones groin
gas station coffee
like remembering a surprise, crack of dawn
lovemaking between wife and husband.

Roadway traffic as thin as ghost town rumors,
1991 automobile motoring to a Saturday destination
as smoothly as a perfectly written sentence.
Verb moving noun through a show and tell setting.
Most of today’s town folk still indoors
practicing early morning sleep dreaming.

Outside, keeping me company
grateful birds in new bud tree top perches
are allowed without fear
of dozing bedroom pets
to freely compose the jazz
of this fresh squeezed soundtrack…part Mingus – part Miles – part Jehovah praise.

Magically I imagine this happens for an audience of one,
my fat ego believing a spell cast solely for myself.
An uplifting choral music sung, as an April warm weather hymn.
Two lane country road giddy, traveling above the speed limit
I turn the car stereo down to silent,
making an attempt to memorize the melodies.
A symphony to cleanse a cares-of-the-world stricken soul,
like the mercy act of forgiveness.
Feeding me as a mother Robin feeds her hatchling,
bite-sized morsels of courage, of grace.
Enough pure food to face an undeserved bright clear day gift,
like an eloquently wrapped birthday present,
my very own divinely stitched quilted comfort,
spring first casual
come out to play, weekend day.