The side of my van was an eerie blue as I walked toward it
The car beside was not that shade so as to cast its glow
The sky above was as gray as the rain that had recently stopped falling
Until I turned, and saw the blue edging in from the west.
Fresh reflections are all around us – if we but look from every angle
Tart and sweet,
warmth running down my middle.
The cricket click of a processor.
The whine of refrigeration.
The wave of radiation shimmering in the shadow box of mullions.
No matter where I am, I can find the glow of the sun.
It and I travel all over, and yet, connect –
if I look, if I feel, if I stop to soak it in.
Sometimes the grandest thing to be done
is to do nothing but soak in the sun.
Chopping Potatoes 