A Big Glass Ball

Wild Woman has been being seduced

by a big glass ball.
Its call wended its way down First Street.
I could hear it in the hall,
calling seductively:

“Come……come and get me.
I have been waiting for you
for decades.”

It’s true. In 1989, on my List of Wishes,
was a glass ball. One morning the universe
delivered one to the foot of  my dunes,
after a storm.
Something urged me to go out and look,
but I was drinking my tea,

and waited.

Later, in the CoOp, my neighbour gloated,  
“I picked up a glass ball this morning,

right up against your dune.
It was a big one.”

So close. 

One more time I didn’t listen
to my inner Wild Woman.

Imagine me yesterday, when I saw
a big glass ball at the Tree House in town.
Usually they are hundreds of dollars
so I admired and walked away.
My monthly budget allows for
just the basics, more basic
as the month unfolds.
I don’t let myself be tempted
by unnecessary purchases,
however alluring.

But.

“It is $85, said Chris.

Wait! What?

I can realize a dream for $85?

I didn’t get it then. I had to Think.
It is GST month, so I have
my stipend for low income
existence in a high-income economy.

Did Wild Woman give in to desire?
To extravagance?
To one more small dream come true?

You betcha, baby.

Look!

I am insanely happy! LOL!

for Sumana's prompt at Midweek Motif : Temptation