I
Whimsy set Cal free one night
and he never came back.
He took his instrument and
played to the darkness, no
doubt got sidetracked, and
hitched a semi down a three
thousand mile stretch.
Now Whimsy sat, waiting for Cal to return.
II
Whimsy in the garden one day
heard from Cal, his message blew
in on the West Wind from the East.
He said he’d met a gal named Practi,
and they were actually very happy.
Whimsy never cried. She played and
She stayed in the garden until
Moonrise, whereupon she danced
with herself and her familiar.
III
Whimsy couldn’t help but think of
Cal, now that Time had finally come.
She knew that sometimes Cal thought
of her and kept the memory of her
somewhere inside, somewhere private.
Whimsy knew it was for the best
even though it hurt her breast
to think of never agains, and soft
Summer sunlight caught in his hair.
Yes, Time had come for Whimsy
and she knew what needed to be
done, before Time passed on. So she
kissed the grass, where the soft Summer
sunlight had been captured by Cal, then
Time hollered and Whimsy started,
and for the best she followed Time
with a happy heart, knowing a small part,
somewhere inside, Cal would always be.
Boundfree 