Poetry

Things need to get done.

Dishes washed.

Breakfast eaten.

Children to school.

Getting to work.

Doing the jobs.

Yet all I am doing is surfing the internet.

Tomorrow!

Tomorrow I will be productive.

You can take it on faith

That what was meant to be

was meant to be.

Or look at the facts

and determine

if what you have been told

is in fact the case.

We are emotional creatures

and no fault is given

when logic is not always used.

Trusting your gut

and trusting the science

are not always on the same page.

Sleeping in

Feels delicious

Coffee mug steaming

Sipping slowly

Sitting outdoors

Listening to the birds

Watching the cats play

Sometimes life is good

It is good to feel the sun again.

Walking in among the houses.

Seeing neighbours after months of isolation.

Normal is never going to be seen again

but a sense of normalcy may just happen.

Enjoy the warm weather

and look after each other

as the world still reels in pain.

Stepping on your finger

On purpose.

Getting a new vehicle

that is older than the previous one.

Filing for divorce

after proposing to the future spouse.

Faking the smile

So that the world does not see the pain.

Clocking your steps

while sitting.

Meeting virtually

since face to face is forbidden.

Stubbed toe

Opened door

Bruised hip

Cat Scratch

Mosquito bite

Worst One

Careless Remark

Pushing forward

Trying to keep things even

Doing all you can

Yet the troubles continue to pop up

Deal with one

Not ready for the next one

Still it comes

And all you can do is watch it hit you

In the five years I have known her

She was reliable and always up for an adventure.

She helped me with my independence

and gave me options that I valued greatly.

She will be missed

and I will remember her fondly

but really

she was a just an (Ad)Venture van

and it is time to move on.

Curled up beside me

Or lying by my feet

Their faces so serene

I love to watch them sleep.

The poses they find

I cannot explain

As I watch them

stretch or curl like furry twine.

Still I watch them groom themselves

And feel blessed to be with them

And to have them in my life.

To watch someone

Who is in so much pain

And unable to do anything

Breaks the heart.

The desire to help

Is strong.

So much empathy

Wasted when rebuffed.

So sympathy is offered instead.

That at least is accepted.