Just Whistle
A whistling toad is an abomination to the soul and a barking dog is enough to start the brawl; the wind cannot keep still because it is draining energy from the flour mill, the yellow jacket wasp is flying around and it is looking for something to confound. It suddenly landed on my hand but I squeeze out sting before it sinks in.
I love to whistle in the morning, in the evening and at noon. With trees standing behind me and dreams running before. I love to watch the butterfly, gallivanting in the sky sucking nectar from the flowers and converging in the cellar, while the ambitious ant on the glorious mission, walking up and down the street pointing a revolver at the people it meets. It has no cruel intention; it only wants to scare them. If it confronts you just whistle and smile with the breeze.
I have an appointment to meet you today so come and see me without delay. Take your suitcase with you and wear a brand-new pair of shoes, kiss it goodbye on the side of its chin and do a little shimmy before the hot weather chime in. Walk with it to the gate and examine its nose, ears and eyebrow, lips and finger tips and when you get the code just whistle and walk right through the door.
The heat is raging in the East and fire is burning underneath my feet. The clue to find the Holy Grail is mapped out in various patterns on the concrete floor and the diamond on my ring finger is disrupting my heartbeat and beckoning you to come to the shore. Water is springing up in my face but I am confident that I will win the final race.
I want to take off to the sky but my piggy bank is crying someone broke off its nose and took all my coins out. There is neither penny nor dime to get to my new destination on time, so if you can hear me today just whistle and I will listen to what you have to say.
Once your head gets through the hole your body will ask for more and if you cannot swim get on the boat before the next wind. Someone will come and see you and whistle before the day is through and when you get to your destination someone will take care of you. When you don’t know what to do, just whistle and it will come to you.
Copyright © Christine Phillips | Year Posted 2023
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