The Retirement Party

All of Creation, quieted
for a few hours
and sent chickadees to peer in the windows
while I set my tables for the guests.

There were no wars, and
the death clocks stopped ticking
so I could marvel
at the perfect shades of aqua trees
I'd found, to hold
the vintage Shiny-Brites.

"See here! How we glint and dazzle
each of us, a survivor
of many pasts."

I saw, not chemtrails in the sky, but
sunrays
that called forth the Host of Heaven
to lay down their arms
just for a moment-- this moment,
and bless the bowls
on champagne-hued tablecloths.

(I simply must find more
pieces for the cut-glass collection; I shall
need them for gatherings, larger
than this.....I can feel it--they are coming)

Car doors close with "clicks" outside,
muffled voices, laughter, and
everyone spills in from the porch,
warm foods in hand.

I bring out the gifts, and
we reminisce about the past
forty years together, in the laboratory
with the guest of honor .

It is a perfect day.