My World

I turn left at the duck pond to no surprise I see ducks
Some are night swimming, some sleeping with one leg up
I find that it’s beautiful yet beautifully strange and I wonder
How I thought they slept before this moment in time
I want to turn around and take a picture but that would be odd
So I decide against it and keep the tires in rotation
Like I am a dj spinning music
The music that makes me forget how long it takes to get from place to place
So I take a right and I’m almost there in my Flintstone mobile
I feel the tires rolling under my feet
A floorboard stands in the way of me and the street
That doesn’t matter I still always feel them moving as if it were because of me
I look up from my feet and see remains of water, compliments of rain
As I look at the football field lights I see something familiar
A painting I know
With every light from the football field it hits each moisture cluster on my windshield and gives me my own starry night
All that’s missing is a whimsical stroke of a brush and it would be complete
And then I wonder is Van Gogh still painting away
Is this one of his paintings? And I’m in it?
I laugh to myself at how deeply I think into some things
things as normal as rain and lights
And then I realize that this is my world and this is what I see