Under a Spanish Sun #2

Don as in Quixote looked at me
as if to say,
‘Wednesday,
his look said nothing more and
I began to wonder

Nothing unusual in me wondering
I’d been looking at the stars in the
early morning sky and wondering why
there seemed to be so few of them

and about the stream that always rushed,
did it dawdle when no one was watching?

The trees are inching upwards
they know what they’re doing
and
I’m struggling to find my footing

I think
it’s fair comment to say
the dragons win on
Wednesday,

Don nods
and so does his donkey

I wonder if there’s oil.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.