Mental
Constipation
Have
you ever sat in from of your Computer
and nothing
happens
Not
a single thought touches your brain
no
light anywhere
For
a long time, you sit in front of your thought recorder
and
nil
You
stare out into space looking for something
to
get you started
and
now you look out of your window
and
through the slats, a garden
greets
you, a mass of green bunches of color
where
the Roses are king and the Snapdragons and Geraniums
vie
to snatch your attention away from the Gladioli,
who
vaunt their full glorious blooms
in
the coolest part of the garden.
Its
Hot today, very hot and the sprinklers on full blast,
attracting
some pigeons who walk in and out of the spray,
ruffling
their feathers, and bathing in a pool of water,
while
small birds wait their turn, in proper pecking order.
Some
sparrows bolder than their feathered friends
push
their way in ahead of the others
a
quick swim in and out, a shaking of their feathers
and
off they fly defiant to the last.
So
much beauty and yet I remain blocked, but wait,
on
the road outside my garden, I see two nubile figures,
outstandingly
beautiful, staring into my garden, while
putting
their hands to the cooling spray,
so
skimpily dressed because of the heat, they look as if
they
are ready to go right under the shower. I call to
them
through the window "come into the garden
and
enjoy the shower" , they laugh, duck in and out
of
the spray, and with a thank you wave, go on their way
shaking
sparkling drops of water off their bare arms
and
shoulders , a whiff of their perfume lingering in the air.
Somehow
I am no longer mentally constipated, in fact I am chock-a-
bloc
full of Ideas, which will have to wait until I cool down.
by Hillie Feldman 20th June 1997 (copyright)
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