I see I do I will I can
I ponder yonder greet a conder
I wonder plunder look asunder
Stand in place
Erase and face
I am still writing poems again. I'm happy to say this one is optimistic and I like it. I'm at a funny place. For real reasons JB is having a difficult time and sometimes so am I. But I seem to be handling things more easily and with less angst and worry. I keep thinking that I have so much good going for me that I'm smart to keep that fact near and dear.
I also have the luxury of looking ahead. Last year was not easy: my friend Anne died; JB and I had protracted months of financial worry; my Jess and I had a terrible breakdown (the worse of all of it); I had months of knee surgery and rehab; I had to bring my Mother to a nursing home; my brother-in-law died. And more if I think about it.
But there was joy too. That, I find, is how life tends to be. Even in the darkest moments, little joys can slip in. JB and I bought ourselves a house in Ptown; Jess and Mike had their darling baby girl after all; I no longer work on a schedule; I have good friends; my heart got stronger; I delight in my grandkids; my Jess is happy; JB and I are rekindling; my Mother is doing well.
I'm rambling. This post is probably written by me for my own indulgence. But heck, on our own blogs, we say what we want. That's the point.
But the poem: did I tell you l like this poem? I hope you do too.
And to end at the beginning: I hope you take a chance. Or two. I hope you do.