Pen and Dress To Lend

Here…the pen there the paper whiter than snow yesterday laid upon the sill of my laughter overturning my frown like a table in the house of God and goodness Crying JOY! till ...Be not alive with joy! whispers ....find solace in the crime of wishful sadness….because joy will only...don't you see ... it flows around you in swirls like a chiffon dress taken from the closet of the owner of the house you clean you drape it across your bent shoulders and become Cinderella…transformed in twinkles and sparkling fairy dust born anew….in transcendence Ethereal waves flow about you as you swirl the room a mystical band strikes up lovely lordly notes and a car door slams shut the house of cards falls from your fingertips to the marble tiles… which do not somehow turn into the safe congoleum of your own modest kitchen You dash and smash the dress back into the closet crushed reality is not like the movies paper is sullied by the ink and your smile ...by guilt You take up your magic wand return to scrubbing the toilet bowl bashful and again bowed before the reflection in the gold knobbed vanity but still in angelic rebuttal... the tinkle...the wondrous unearthly voice inside cries Joy...Joy...Joy