June on Joy

A Poem

Photo by Raffaella _ph on Unsplash

I was feeling uninspired, but
could find no inspiration, and
isn't that the way
of wanting.
Having nothing but time, 
boredom slowly creeps,
not unlike these contrary
clovers growing tenaciously
between the garden stones.
Spent half the day 
searching skies, longing
for rain clouds, only to be
drenched
in stubborn sun. 
I was looking for, I'm sure
something-
but became distracted
by the foolish persistence
of an insistent inchworm,
making his way 
at a truly
agonizing pace.
I watched
his meandering, self-imposed
melancholy holding
strong, until
a flash of red in my
peripheral proved to be nothing
but a mulish cardinal,
intent on 
disrupting my foul disposition
(paying no heed to
his own
rather rude interference).
Begrudgingly, I took in
the foxglove,
how she cheerfully trots
along the horizon line.
I felt her laughter, as I 
tried to maintain
my air of displeasure. 
But, alas-
it seems
June has decided
on joy. 
And as June,
seems as good a judge as any...
well then I guess,
I'll throw in the towel,

and joy
it shall be.