Wash Walk

When you’re in a bad mood
and life makes you brood
about injustices, insults or snubs,
say to yourself, “By golly, by gosh,
although not thought of as high class or posh,
I’m going to go walk in a wash.”

Really not bad advice.
First, it’s good exercise, and
you know you need it.
Second, once you stop kicking
the sand in frustration, and
decide to act like a guest in
someone’s living room,
you might learn something
about the wash and
about yourself.

I know.  Wild green stuff everywhere.
Unkempt.  Disordered.  Not a garden spot.
And the sand’s too deep, and there’s a
fly who thinks he’s a relative and
won’t leave you alone.
And it’s too hot!
Blah, blah, blah.
Get over it
You’re in a wash.

Look at that yellow weed that thinks
it’s something special.  Show-off.
But, it does add some lovely color,
doesn’t it.  In fact, it’s quite pretty
draping itself over those bland
bushes ad climbing to the top of
that old tree.  In fact, I think
I’ll take a picture and add it to my
Nature Album.  There.  Very nice.

Wait.  Look over there…

See, you’re off and running.
The wash is working its magic.
I predict that by the time you
decide to climb out of the wash
you will have a shoe full of sand,
five or six good photos, and
a smile on your face.

So, when you’re in a bad mood
and life makes you brood
about injustices, insults or snubs,
say to yourself:  “By golly, by gosh,
although not thought of as high class or posh,
I’m going back to visit that wash.