Spare Me the Minutiae



December Sky
by Carolee Ross



Spare me the details

Of the checkups

And the endless luncheons and Bo Peep breakfasts

For, they are of no interest to me

They are part of the endless minutiae

That makes existence banal.

Give me the details

Of the sumptuous orchard

And the turbulent sky

Of the bird caught in flight

And the storms that rush forth

Moving rumbling waves and tumbling clouds across the sky.

Spare me the details

Of the child with the runny nose

The lines in Wal-Mart

The trip to the flea market

Unless of course

The treasures there were mysterious or gaudy or extravagant.

Tell me of your thoughts

About the Universe

And the Ocean

And Love

About such matters that makes a heart sing

And transform life

Into a vibrant adventure with all its pain and joy.

For I'm too old to dwell

On such sundry, dull beige things.

I want streaks of color

Cries of passion

Trees that preen and dance in the wind

And a life without the dearly, dulling recounting of dreary minutiae.