Tuesday, April 17, 2018

The Great Interruption

The Great Interruption

It was an early Wednesday evening
At a dining area in The Club
On top of Red Mountain
Seeing over the Magic City.

A dozen or so couples gathered
To celebrate the consecration
Of two new overseers
On the next day.

This was the evening before,
An evening of great anticipation.
The view from the dining area
Was from on high and widely expansive.

We could see parachutists in the northern sky
Gracefully floating into the downtown
Baseball stadium
For the season’s first game.

It was mid-April
And a kind of wintry-like spring.
Not warm, not cold.
At first, blue sky and breezy.

So, we went inside
After gazing the distant horizon from above
To have our celebratory dinner,
With doors to the outside yet open.

As the sun set
The western blue sky now a translucent orange,
A lovely hue, orange and yellow,
And streaks of red.

“Oh, my” was heard
From one woman at our table.
She asked her overseer-elect spouse
For his camera.

She walked outside again,
Left behind the dinner,
Marveling at the setting sun
And the multi-colored horizon.

Others at the dinner
Noticed, and walked outside
Joining their dinner mates
Devouring that awesome vista.

Dinner interrupted?

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed.
It seemed like a long-lasting set.
Sinking, the reddish-orange disc
Disappeared.

Now dark, others in the dining area
Beckoned those outside
To return.
We have a celebration to complete.

The Great Interruption,
That colorful miracle of sky and setting sun,
Accentuated and confirmed
The celebration in the room.

It was
No Interruption
After all.