The Jovian Nature of Creation
I told that guy in the trilby hat
that when we create something in our mind
and push it out into the universe willing it to manifest,
it will, in some way, manifest,
though maybe not in the way we expected.
It may appear in the small print of creation
perhaps as a footnote or an addendum.
Trilby hat man gawps at me
as if I'd gone raving mad.
I blithely continue:
“if a cowbird comes to nest in your garden
then goats or cattle will visit your cabbage patch.
not now maybe, maybe never,
but the possibility hovers.”
I notice his trilby is trembling now,
he’s backing away from me
spluttering in outraged disbelief.
As I watch him depart, I have a vision:
The trilby catching fire while on his head;
naturally this will not do.
I imagine a rain cloud drenching him
then LO
It rained.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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