A Hint of Haze

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