Rainy Day Musings

No Riding Into the Sunset
these days!

It feels more
like hiding from the elements

and clinking glasses
to the memory of sunny days

Back when
instead of running from the downpour

we were seeking
a shady spot under parasols!

Orange you lucky,
having found a dry spot?
Oh yes, that's the New Deal.
You are turning weatherwise.

You learn to see a bright spot
when it presents itself.
After all, it may be the brightest one

in this Sea of Gray
navigated only
by the occasional defiantly bright umbrella sail,
sunny days are all but memories.

Not unlike Vincent Van Gogh's
"Hospital at Saint-Remy",
whose fading yellows
bear but the faintest glint
of his happy corn stook yellows.

In Praise of Idleness
"Without a considerable amount of leisure
a man is cut off from many of the best things,"
Thus spoke a very wise Bertrand Russel.
I say, justice for all,
and therefore,
more leisure for umbrellas too!

So then,
to everyone's pleasure,
let's put the umbrella to rest
in its stand by the threshold,
and pour some tea from the pot,
all in the name of
the wise use of leisure!

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First published
September 2008
Images and Text
(c) by Merisi