Think Like a Child (Sonnet Trilogy 3)

Time left me long ago—No time to wait,

he said.  Weighty bills are a mountain piled,

he said—delivery must not be late.

Forget it, then, I will think like a child.

From my bedroom window, I watch cloud-like

beasts chase cotton candy dogs and kittens.

Vapors float on silver and gold; shroud-like

curtains flap in tune to ceaseless knitting.

My new best friend is the man in the moon,

at tide’s end, nothing but a silly grin,

pale, too, at morning’s sun, gone by high-noon.

Together we frolic, his yang, my yin.

Time stops dead in its tracks, now stands so still.

Doves drift down and land on my window sill.