A cab driver takes me to work.
It is warm and people are riding bright red
City rental electric scooters, as well as driving cars.
Music of every type is being played in cars…
most of that music happy, celebratory.
The storms of mankind and the storms of
nature always pass.
Wild turkeys flock and praise the end of raging winds and rain by foraging in a small, roadside
park on the way.
The cab driver says, ' Wow. Look at that sky. Another mastery level painting by God. Think about it. Have you ever seen two sunsets that are the same? '
I look out and see a Van Gogh swirl of sunlight, swirls of cumulus clouds with soft, pinkish purple and deep orange with blue tinges. Darkening yellow and iridescent blue just above the horizon…
It is an astoundingly beautiful, profound sunset.
I imagine God sitting at a gigantic easel smiling, knowing and say: 'God is the premiere artist. His galleries are in the heavens. He hangs new work every day of our lives. We just have to take note of it…Give thanks for it.'
No two stars exactly alike.
No two fish completely identical.
The trees sway backwards and then forth in their
The air is clear. The scent of wild lavender in the trees and sun-warmed leaves.
My cab driver's wise eyes smile into the rear view mirror.
And, we move on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem