Who are you ?

[babaruss]

<CENTER><CENTER>The back yard mess has been returned to its</CENTER><CENTER>normal chaotic state...pick and shovel hosed </CENTER><CENTER>down and put away, rubber boots back in a box </CENTER><CENTER>on the porch to regather their spiders and dust.</CENTER><CENTER>The living room floor is freshly painted in dark forest green.</CENTER><CENTER>(a poor man’s fix). Tiles are expensive so they</CENTER><CENTER>will have to wait.</CENTER><CENTER>Dishes mutter at me from the kitchen sink,</CENTER><CENTER>soaking impatiently, while I head for the porch.</CENTER><CENTER>Breakfast is beans from a can, wrapped in a</CENTER><CENTER>tortilla, to be eaten outside...no gourmet meals here.</CENTER><CENTER>A Scrub Jay hurtles down to the feeder....a blue rock</CENTER><CENTER>tossed into a pond. Small birds splash in his wake.</CENTER><CENTER>Tree swallow preening, balancing atop the telephone</CENTER><CENTER>wire, cleaning each feather from base to tip, gently</CENTER><CENTER>rocking back and forth, bright morning sun reflecting</CENTER><CENTER>off her silver breast, flashing messages of tranquility.</CENTER><CENTER>A dove namedSpot calls out in his un-ending refrain, </CENTER><CENTER>‘who are you..who are you’? I answer softy, with</CENTER><CENTER>stark metaphysical truth; ‘I dunno, I dunno’.</CENTER><CENTER>Rust-green pears tossed gently by the wind, bob lazily</CENTER><CENTER>in a green leafed sea, as I wait for Jason’s morning call.</CENTER><CENTER>He gets bored so easily, this immature child built like a</CENTER><CENTER>man. So lost, just drifting, in a sea of dispair.</CENTER><CENTER>I’m the drift wood he clings to while waiting for fairer </CENTER><CENTER>winds to move him along.</CENTER><CENTER>I know quick fixes are for floors, painted forest green.</CENTER><CENTER>And porches are for sitting, drifting, and mind mending.</CENTER><CENTER>And this is just what I do.</CENTER></CENTER>