High noon from my high table
lunch for one please
like toddler’s legs dangling from my pub chair
fuzzy slippers below my knees
honey-sheer café curtains
meant to shield the hot winter sun
it’s a filter-turned-projector not to be outdone
the stage is set for the main event
one i’m known for and prone to savor
call me weird
but
spending quality time with my sandwich
might be a small “s” savior
and then just like that
at the screech of a record scratch
i betray my hoagie
when
my attention is hijacked
my hero is upstaged
by the kitchen cabinet light play
once a blank canvas
now
Masterpiece of Dancing Rays
Gaudí exploited nature’s dazzling beams
Which i’m lucky to have seen
the exotic and highfalutin
but
it’s not my horn I’m tootin’
while the fancy places are legit and great
it’s the simple soft light in everyday space
that catches me off guard
and steals my breath away
is it all up to chance
where the light lands
and the shadows fall?
maybe
but I doubt it
i’m kind of an old toddler now
and i’ve seen His fingerprints
it’s not His way but He’s earned a bow
He said let there be light
so that we might see
it’s all part of the plan
the best shows are free
God’s streaming light is preeminent
it’s superior to streaming movies
which can be overrated
but
it’s here in my kitchen
the magnificence
in the mundane
where I am mesmerized and sated
