wind chime wishes

the wind chime sounds a baritone clang as the breeze pushes metal against wood, dangling from a string. the oak leaves  outside the living room window sit like green christmas lights aglow from the summer sun. the still pond of august rest reveals movement as the water slaps through the run off drain, splashing in rhythm to the creek below. traveling time approaches and the need to get stuff done presses against my desire to just be. the knowledge of a disorganized house, need to clean, packing looming overhead, are all very apparent. stress energy replaces my inner screaming, shouting "i want time!" i want time to be with my family in play, rest, reading, sleeping, laughing, exploring, simply living. the wind chime sounds. the day lingers on. my writing is interrupted by the songbird sisters chirping, "pool please?" and i relent and close with a wind chime wish come true. my desire to just be is now. the laundry will be here later, but my family will be gone for a month in less than a week. so we choose to just be together. time to splash in and be swept away in summer play.