Next Day the Same

These are strange but familiar walls.

Invite me in after I've been cordial & proper in my introductions.

I enter to feel the comfort from the color that falls on me. Changing

as if in a mood ring wrapped around me. Tight on my reach.

I take off running down hallways.

Pausing to notice my pace,

and then picking it up where I left it at the door where I entered.

Did I rush to proceed is not the question I ask myself.

I thought it patience that allowed me passage.

Yet just as politely, I'd press on,

with no payment.

As follows the path of the nomad wordsong painter.

Perhaps forgiven as a pirate on pillage

but I never found the booty.

So I slumbered, hailed

God, and set sail

into the afternoon soon.

The parades & drums are for the bride

not the groom.