Distracted

Clouds crowd the sun these days, like autograph hunters mobbing a celebrity. The sun sends its light to the nearest, which beams it back, but sometimes the light gets lost in the crowd. It was like that all afternoon, every time I looked, and tonight it will be the moon's turn to be mobbed. Maybe it will be like that all April. I'm so distracted, though. I keep forgetting to look at the sky. I keep looking at all those foxtails I'm going to have to pull. Why stuff sticking out of the ground should draw my attention from so marvelous a day I don't know. The plants must be conspiring against me. Maybe the pollen-induced sneezing has loosened my brain. Whatever the cause, I'm barely here. I might as well have another beer. I couldn't be more hazy.


( Sunday Verse )