Watching a blue balloon
on an overcast day
get popped by a hammer held
in my left hand.
Picking up the pieces of its mangled body
strewn about my porch.
The sun begins to peak through.
I turn to the sky, close my eyes.
Put sandals on my dirty bare feet.
Leave the porch and walk down to the garden.
The hammer is still in my hand.
The color red in my mind.
Painting every thought of Him.