ado about nothing

ado about nothing

the children were aimlessly being aimless

for they had no place to go

nor be

for they were already there

here

now

then

and when

and here we are

trying to slip into our “Now”

while trying to recapture

those moments of magic

we still smell upon the memories

of our yesterdays

i too remember

the scent of Spring

and the Rains

and puddles

we joyously played in

with splashing imaginations

of the Oceans to come

oh the flowers

the Yellow Jackets

and the Honeysuckle

whose sweetness

made it all worthwhile

and still does

conjure smiles

as i sit here

collecting far too distant images

of those golden yester years

there are no tears

save for gratitude

for i still embrace those moments

for they are the treasures of life

the pleasure in rife

devoid of this illusion of strife

we far too often cling to

you and i have work to do

as we go about

clearing and cleaning

gleaning the hulls

that hides our light

remove thy bushel fair friend

and let us become the children again

of the Sovereignty

of life

dream and become

that which we once were

and now have to desire to be

where our sum is repletely sweet

the music has not stopped

but we hear other things

don’t we

for our inner ear has lost it’s tuning

to the worries

and the hurries

of the world

for being aimless

is a bad thing they say

but then again

“they” have been known to say much

ado about nothing

© 20 January 2013 : william s. peters, sr.

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