My Castle in the Sky

I want to save.
As I stand in the Wall-Mart checkout line
Talking myself out of impulse items I really don’t need.
“Why do you want another keychain anyway?”
I ask myself out loud.

I want to play.
As I watch the U. S. Open Woman’s Doubles Finals
Trying to take notes on their strategy.
“Why didn’t you go down the line with that shot???”
I scream at the forty inch Magnavox television set.

I want to drive.
As I watch the silver Porsche 911 whiz past me
Sitting in the passenger’s seat of my daughter’s Toyota Corolla
“Keep you eyes on the road,”
I fuss at her, always the mother.

I want to write.
As I read/rate/review authors on writing.com
Wishing my work could even hold a candle.
“What are you even doing here?”
I type in my journal on a writer’s block day.

I want to draw.
As I walk down Savannah’s City Market Square
Visiting the many art galleries filled with hundreds of beautiful paintings.
“You aren’t a real artist,”
I whisper to myself as I admire a Thomas Kinkade painting.