sunday, peaceful

i make it a point
to have my sundays peaceful

i realize the point gets dulled
by my inattention to details

i missed a bus once
watching clouds dance
to chopin etudes

i stayed a college student
"far too long" for practical purposes-
being here now  kept me
a trifle longer at the fair

i drifted between cotton eye joe
and city slicker street fairs,
not knowing that sub-urban living

has its benefits;  why i can hop on a train
as easy as pie-- but still i gravitate to:
pass the biscuits please

and the song starts here:

i'm just walking through storms
with the high beams on
i'm just flailing thought waters
with my wings on high

i wish i could swim upstream
with greater speed; i get caught
up in the rocks--the view so heavenly

i get stuck on you---sitting higher up
on the stream- balancing the books
not keeping score---if i fall, if i take
my blessed time to stall

it's just moon beams bellowing
in the icy clean waters
of festoonville- where you can leave

later or sooner, but the ride is always
happening--heralding the blues
that is the news--never giving
up upon the ganges river

peace is chancey,  but
i'm betting on it;
what are the stakes?

high and sizzling
i do it because
i was well schooled:

in the power and the decency
of higher learning for men women
children and animals;

tails, arms, paws and whiskers
we're here to settle up
now now let's do it
in the name of all of us

Kate Lamberg

part of an indian quilt~