I head over to Kings Lumber Yard climb up on a pile of wood and 
wait for the rain. clouds move slowly covering what little sunshine 

that seems to be on the rise; but as a kid with skinned knees 
I carry hope in my jean pocket rather than a rabbits foot

my friend Janey sits under a blue and white rust savaged steel awning 
knotting a new daisy chain crown; an offering to Mother Nature 

ignoring all of her gifts, her perfections and all of her flaws 
her hands are quick; knot, knot, loop – daisy, knot, knot, loop

rain clouds open and I climb higher thinking maybe if I can reach up and
tug on her hem she will give me a second and see the glint in my eye 

see the inspiration she has stirred up in my kid-soul. I’m still in awe 
of her grandiose presence, especially as the fog settles all around me

my sneaker gets wedged between two boards, with a hard yank slips
off my foot and drops like a stone into the abyss of a mountain of wood

that has the smell of a freshly cut lumberjack’s spoil. looking up into the sky
I think about Janey, her daisy chains; oblivious to the rain and rolling fog

© 2022 TrilbyYates All rights Reserved.