A Hint of Haze
A hint of haze that blew the blue
But still no hint of cloud.
The blues not like it was before
That hint of haze pervades.
Our Yuma skies are most the same
A bluer than blue, blue sky.
A cloud will hardly make the scene
Just not the thing to do.
I sit in the Dog Park, Bucky\'s walked
Will have to walk him home.
Then tend to my own life to live
And see what I can do.
I ate my first meal of the day
And drank my fill of coffee.
It changes not what I will do
Life simply goes along.
Some people come, some people go
That\'s change enough for me.
It\'s getting hot, then hotter still
It is a Yuma summer.
Today is Thursday, Bingo today
A lot of people go.
A past time many here enjoy
I\'ll take a pass today.
I\'ll take my lunch at noon today
Though many call it dinner.
And evening meal that they call dinner
For us, we call it supper.
A lunch for me comes in between
My breakfast and dinner at noon.
And dinner and supper in afternoon
That\'s called a lunch for me.
But who am I to buck the tide
The “Many!” set the tide.
A different path that gets us there
The end of another day.
Therese many people, many paths
We come from many places.
Yet live our lives in quiet peace
And look askance at them.
Life we live, our many lives
Perhaps it\'s like a puzzle?
Which one fits here, which one fits there?
We have the time to ponder.
So life, this life, that each one lives
Continues day by day.
With little order we survive
To live the life we live.
Glen Wasson
July 6, 2023