Picnic Lunch

A blanket spread out on the grass

Sun, cloud, blue sky dance

across the afternoon.

We listen and watch the miracle speak.

Hungry, I reach for the picnic basket.

But we left it at home

In our rush to beat the crowd.

Then the basket arrives,

tuna and sourdough

just for us and a few thousand more.

What did I do to deserve this?

by Wil Triggs