January, Latitude 47

The wind is washing waves over me,
moving birds and branches with a
jet engine

swaying, not sand, 
but sky high sentinels
shouting in whispers, 
not of water
but waves on
sullen shores of sky
far, far from
the summer season
a world of blue water away.
Sharing in community with Laura for Playdates--mine was outside.

Merchant Eyes

I stroll in  for a 'few' groceries at The Hundred Dollar Store,
stopping first for what passes for sustenance 
(never shop when you're hungry).
The bright-eyed toddler tossed in the air before me
while parents wait for pizza,
kissed by dad, hugged by mom,
slyly smiles, curling into strong shoulders.

I push away, hotdog in hand, heading for lettuce.
I notice an earful of languages conversing about everything 
from smoked salmon to mangos.
The whole world has come to the Produce Section.

I pass the furniture (just beyond Electronics and Clothing)
and spy an attentive dad urging his daughter
to climb atop the tower of foam mattresses, 
princess-and-the-pea-like, to make sure it's "just right."

I wait for careful clerks
who gracefully accept an interruption
of an interruption of an interruption
(mine)to ask,
"do you have that little blue book, 'Jesus Calling'?"

They don't, but He is
and I hear Him--standing right here--
on the cold, concrete floor, saying,
"May it be on Earth as it is at Costco.'
This poem is linked to Open Link Night 127 at dVerse Pub--
the first for the New Year. Head on over there for more great reads.

This poem was inspired by my online friend Glynn Young, author of the newly published 'Poetry at Work'  (T.S. Poetry Press), causing me to look for the poetry in my work, wherever it leads me. 
The highlighted words are my impressions of what God is like, prompting the last line.