Walgreens

Joan asked if she could

help me –

a friendly enough clerk

at Walgreen’s,

with a ‘ JOAN ’ name tag –

and I’m trying on sunglasses.

Try these with the pink lenses,

she hands me a pair

I would not have chosen

and as I lift them to my nose

to model them in the mirror

she explains that,

You’ll be able to see God

and the pink glow will warm

your understanding.

Morning epiphany.

The afternoon spent

in a pink haze of holiness,

contemplating all those stories

of Zen masters and their

eccentric methods,

time journeys by association,

scribbling poems about everything,

formulating new life priorities,

and wondering about a shrine

and candles for St. Joan.

4 comments

  1. Craig,

    “scribbling poems about everything,

    formulating new life priorities,

    and wondering about a shrine

    and candles for St. Joan.”

    An attitude of gratitude is a beauty to behold!

    Nothing can beat a good pair of sunglasses
    except a poem that enshrines them and their source.
    Your poem shines as bright as the sun on a July
    afternoon.

    . I love the wit and the poetry.

    Sarah

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  2. Hi Craig

    I, too, enjoyed the scenario described here and think the sunglasses served as a catalyst for the writer to think about his immediate life and the gist of poetry/philosophy itself. Anyway, I like the way the ordinary turns into the extraordinary. And yes, such things can happen at a place like Walgreens, Walmarts or anywhere else we are caught off guard by a person, detail or experience. So well written!

    much enjoyed!
    Wendy

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