PERFECT

When something is absolutely perfect

What do you write about?

We didn’t go to the wrong airport.

No snowstorm preventing us hiking to the Wave

  After we had waited six months for tickets.

We didn’t meet a nice lady who said she had an aunt

  from Orderville, who turned out to be my sister.

No moose invaded our sleeping tents;

No badger helped himself to popcorn

  close to the sleeping children’s heads.

No certified mechanic in three states

  showed up to fix our automobile that wasn’t broken.
We weren't stranded on a rock in the houseboat
  at Lake Powell overnight.

We didn’t go in the wrong direction for six hours

  in a foreign land.

We didn’t slip and fall at the Pyramids in Egypt

  or lie sick all day in Jerusalem.

We weren’t stranded in Tonga

  or Tahiti or New Zealand or Australia.

We didn’t get sunburned.

No one got lost.

 Where is the story?

  No conflict.

  No redemption.

  No betrayal.

  No accident.

  No murder or missing persons.

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The weather was divine;

Fresh vegetables and fruit from our garden:

  Tomatoes, cucumbers, squash, beans, broccoli,

  Swiss chard, egg plant, zucchini; peaches, melons.

Molasses and honey popcorn balls.

  Fresh.  Not left over from Christmas as Cai feared.

The leaves changing each day from green

  To warm autumn glow.

“Not enough,” Ed claims

  as he and his dad bought all-day tram passes

  riding five times.

Amy slipped down to teach school each day

  Swimming and relaxing in the evening

  In the shadows of the everlasting hills.

Refreshing.

Revitalizing.

Restoring.

Every day

For seven heavenly days

At our Snowbird condo.

Friends came to call.

For the first time, we had two units

So the early to bedders

Could go to bed early

And arise early

And the late bugs

Could stay up late

And arise late.

Absolutely nothing to write about.