trip to the market

the sky had a religious fervor
to it
as I drove
my Cadillac
convertible to the market,
going past
the corn fields,
the wide fenced stretches
where cows chewed sullenly
the earth,
where they hardly
looked up
as I waved.
but the sky, wide and blue,
puffed
with long robes
of white, spun cotton,
glimmering
in light stunned me.
it made me want to pray
for forgiveness,
it made me thankful and filled
me with a feeling
of wonder, so much so
that I forgot what
I was going to the market
for.