Sunlit Ambrosia - a Repost
People watching, on a park bench under a ripe sun,
I sat, seemingly wasting time. My heart smiled the second hour
when I saw John, my father, in lowering clouds. He smiled back
with arms that reached from the past to pick a juicy sun
from the sky like a peach. Golden light splattered, as he bit
into the fruit at high noon; with my head back and tongue out,
I tasted drops of sunlit ambrosia. My father winked from the clouds.
His eyes connected to teach a lesson of love from father
to daughter, spanning a gap in time. "God is love", I heard
on whispering wind. I strained to hear more...
"Scotland". Again, he said, "Scotland".
I didn't understand. "My mom wanted to go but never did."
"Live, give and forgive, outlive the bad, relive the good".
Like thunder from his mouth, I heard the words echo.
"Time is on My Side" played in the background on an old transistor radio,
as ancient as the man, still like a statue, next to me. A hush fell
on the park and a peace swept over me. Men, women, spirits kept moving
by for hours, yet none were noticed as my wide eyes stared
at the passing sky. I was happy. In fact, I had never felt happier,
but I knew I was running on empty or close, exhaustion
washed over me from the power of raw emotion
while the sky moved north to south.
Clouds faded, free with dusk of day. Sadly, I blew a kiss goodbye
"knowing the sky was feeling the same".
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, May 31, 2012 for Mish-Mash contest (Tracie)
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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