Dear Diary,
Today was pretty ordinary for a Saturday.
Friday night, up late I did stay;
Helped little sis resolve emotions in disarray.
Slept ’till nearly noon.
Fixed a porch light whilst listening to tunes;
Backyard safer when missing full clair de lune.
Pruned,
Watered,
Adjusted,
Cleaned.
Let “social media” steal some time,
And though I could probably come up with a better rhyme,
‘Tis true, bought dinner at Taco Time.
Dressed for a game of ultimate.
For nearly two hours by my estimate,
‘Till we could feel it in the gut:
Played,
Aspired,
Perspired;
Well after dark to home retired.
But then my synapses fired:
To the store I would go—
Father’s day feast tomorrow you know;
And my gas tank was getting low.
While refueling I chose to clean
My rear window, restore its dark sheen;
When from behind, with no lamplight gleam
A suburban toward me came.
I thought it odd the lights were off; perhaps a game?
If so, I knew not its name.
The suburban veered,
Clear of me and mine it steered.
I resumed my cleaning, but soon peered.
Thought the resting spot odd,
But returned to cleaning with a mental nod.
Just then passed a male bod,
Hurrying to where his car had lodged.
He entered, ignited, and massaged
To return it to the spot from whence it dislodged.
As he exited, I finally saw;
My eyes filled with awe
As from the ground I gathered my maw:
‘Twas no other on the inside.
In utter surprise at my elide,
I approached the man, wide-eyed.
“Was there no one in there all along?”
He confirmed. I shared my side, then so long;
While in my mind there formed a plainsong,
Methought I heard the cash register’s “ding-dong”.
Did I say today was ordinary? That word does not belong
To a day where my life was miraculously prolonged.
© 2016 H.K. Longmore