What I Have

What I have may not be all I want

but then again ~ it is

It's all I can hold on to and pull my hand out of the cookie jar

the ability to fly

sky-scrapingly high

with only two left shoes

It's the plaid elephant with peach paisley ears that sits on my futon

In the middle of the room

legs crossed

smoking a hookah. . . .

While I act like it's not there it just smiles

and waits for supper

or for me to get a clue

(It seems either one will be greatly appreciated & patiently waited for)

& I'm grateful. I laugh cause the things that I have

are much more than the things I deserve

& I smile because things I deserve

get confused with the things that I have

I guess I changed my actions in enough time to

answer the door for the Publisher's Clearing House gift of my life.

Life is good. So good in fact

That the elephant & I will just kick it

Have tea, eat some cookies, listen to jazz . . .

& discuss the coolness of flyin' so high

with only two left shoes