Just A Moment

Pastel color of the kitchen appliances mixer and and stove top

on The Great British Baking Show now shows up on a Vespa drooling

the driver's shoelace tasting the road I watch alongside his layered clothes

bulbous as Ignatius J. Reilly's ballooning full regalia the language 

that fictional character used to describe costumes of the reliably quirky 

population of my favorite novel. Now I watch this driver tip away 

from upright position while driving Indian School Road in Phoenix 

as he forms a cosine by way of his uprightness and the long gray roadway 

parallel to my home of forty plus plus years in tandem with the invisible 

inner navigation my primary life-like legacy residing unhesitantly 

beneath the roster of all show I would as soon submerge in the canal 

and live free of this caricature of a successful "life well lived" 

in contrast to joy