What have I to say?
I can say the sweet things, the accepted things
the heart warming, precious things.
Speak of love and the expected things.
But how hard the life?
The road of bumps and gravel dust,
of roadside weeds and ungated railroad crossings.
And always forgetting to look both ways.
The life of pebbles that break windshields
and jiggling of toilet handles to prevent a flood.
Watching dimly lit gas gauges on E
and quickly mown lawns with untrimmed edges.
Oh, to notice the perched hawk, saying hello to him and following his stare as I pass
Wanting to remember the first days of the new seasons
and to watch the Sun and the Moon
and to know when and where they will rise and how full it will be on my free Sunday.
How hard the life to forget these things?
How good the life?
To want these, to have hope of these.
I am as much as the beetle stranded on his back.
For even he struggles to right himself and live.
If he, then so will I.
DSS
This is the first poem that I posted on WordPress in September of 2013. But one that I wrote so many years ago. I think it is time to dust it off and give it a little light once again.