sit by an open January window
and study the healing
of the half dozen cracks and gashes
the work weekend left behind on my hands
sip lukewarm coffee
and watch a slight wind stirring in the damp boughs
of a cedar tree that is maybe a century old
think about the questions of the day
What Ought We to Do…
about potty training the toddler
about the epidemic of gun violence
and the erosion of abortion rights
How are we to love each other, best
and how long is this stomach virus contagious
when will we finish the bathroom remodel
and catch on to the violence
of American poverty
the issues of the day seem insurmountable
but are soon forgotten
in the thickening pile of months
and years
make soup from what we have
which is collard greens, black beans,
farro grains and summer tomatoes and basil, frozen in blocks
from a warmer time
make playdough
watch him knead the warm, wheat-colored lump
into dogs and sticks and gingerbread men
and continue rowing
through the thick greyness
of the doldrum days
Love the one you’re with.
Date: Wed, 30 Jan 2013 20:47:48 +0000 To: samanning.7@live.com
i will not reap benefits much from this however my parents will, so
thanks a lot
Hehe never could have thought of that, extraordinary!
xxx
MY pleasure!