box of cereal

instead of stopping for a donut,

i’m going to get vitamins, they say.

but what happened?

But What (that’s me), can’t get to the cereal.

pulling, twisting, chewing,

all the old tricks

nothing budges the indestructible plastic package.

finally i use some scissors.

then, pouring  those golden flakes,

expecting toys and games,

i see that nothing special drops,

only flakes;  ok - so they’re kinda golden.

yet they look like plain flakes to me.

oh, my how times have changed.

there isn’t even a toy rocket

or whistle in the bottom of the box.

still i guess it’s okay to eat cereal,

mainly cause i know deep down

it  may be better for me

than a  dunkin’ donut.

so let us say

for the wind and the rains

the mountains and plains,

for robins, pigeons, red birds,

fish in the sea and high above eagles,

for waving sweet corn, carrots and round melons,

the fruits and vegetables,

meat and potatoes and little bugs,

for dust and the dirt, ice and rust,

in sunshine, strong winds

on starry nights, hefty ocean waves,

first morning light, moonless thunder

and during seasonal change,

for gone cowboys and Indians,

war paint, wagons and horses and buffalo

the bankers and doctors, kind women before us

the trees again, the breeze again,

lawyers, bums, gamblers and dentists, islanders,

pick a card, it’s who we are. to the Chinese,

south Americans, Europeans, Africans, the other ones

mark my word everywhere under the heavens

through clouds and fresh falling water drops

for all these and more, we pray

until do us apart,  until we part anyway,

some day, anyhow, all together  -  amen.