Am I there, yet?

        

When Things Go My Way

When things go my way, I shall have a dog named

Shakespeare, who will lie, sprawled on a fine Arabic

Rug of intricate design, in front of

a brick fireplace, next to my old dark wood

rocking chair, sleeping soundly as I read

 classic Anais Nin erotica, the phone

on a small marble table, unplugged

cannot ring

When things go my way, I shall stroll

along a sunny beach, Shakespeare

romping by my side

taking time out every once in awhile

to chase seagulls down to the surf

then dashing back to me for

a reassuring pat and scratch

behind his ear

Barefoot, I’ll race him to the waters edge

and wince a little as the ice cold water

kisses my aging feet

When things go my way, I’ll sit at my library table,

by a crackling fire in a beloved beach house,

silver braided hair, a lean, fit body in denim jeans

topped by a soft flannel shirt

writing some provocative poetry or

perhaps a sage review, on a

yellow tablet, a cup of pungent coffee

beside my scribbling hand

When things go my way, I’ll lie out in my rope hammock

Shakespeare cuddled beside me, daydreaming

in the warm sun, a breeze gently rocking us

to and fro, the ocean’s whisper soothing our ears

Then Shakespeare will break the peace with an excited bark,

as a figure approaches…then delighted, robust laughter

as an agile, silver-haired man, joins the dog and me

for a swing in the hammock, too…

When things go my way, the sun will set on three in a

hammock and there will be peace, love and much joy…

when things go our way…

 From chapbook: Love Roulette by Rainy Knight aka raintreepoet. :-)