Reminiscence

Sometimes, just for fun, I like to imagine the Gods up above: running around, someone shouting, 'Oh no! The ozone cover on that continent is almost entirely blown up! Someone do something!!!' And another going like, 'That flight right there, it just got hijacked! Should I just fly down and save them? I don't see any other way!' While another, sitting in front of her laptop, reporting, ' We got bigger problems...the earthquake that just shook those people on a patch of land - it triggered a huge wave in its wake.... Its gonna wash up all the poor folks down there! They've already just been through a lot... Ugh they are gonna hate me if I don't find a way to divert the wave soon...'  And then this one very kind, very old God hobbles into view and says, ' People... That little girl over there - she has been crying all night. She's all broken hearted over a tiff with her family. What should we do?' And everyone pauses and turns to look at her...

  I looked out the window -  And the scenes before my eyes took the shape of my life.. The open fields, the trees, the sky Grew distant more and more They slowly, steadily morphed into Memories from life before The people, places, incidents All flashed through randomly And yet, if you could look beyond You'd feel the symphony The light was brighter than before The darkness seemed so weak The hot blind tears of chagrin Strung mirth, instead of bleak I looked at me, I looked at them Looked till my heart was full Its funny how much clarity This abstract view could pull I looked out the window - And smiled for the sheer gift of it.