Poetry

I’ll get back into gardening

and then I’ll try writing that novel

or be able to go on that cruise I wish to go on.

Maybe I’ll be able to find the perfect partner

or at least someone who I like to hang out with.

Wouldn’t it be nice if I was able to afford a bigger house

or perhaps a new car.

I don’t understand why people dream for the impossible

yet here I am doing it myself.

Anyone tells you otherwise

they are trying to sell you something.

Like a bridge over the Grand Canyon

or the fact you are worthless.

Or maybe its a cult

and they debate you into it.

Wait, I think the corporations

have already done this?

Nah, why shouldn’t I believe them

when they tell me I’m not pretty enough

or slim enough or funny enough

because I don’t use their products.

Maybe because I am my own person

and know my own self worth

and I refuse to let them define me!

When you realize

you will not have enough time.

The things to accomplish

will never be done

today.

There is always tomorrow

and you can enjoy what you have left

of whatever weather you experience

and the ways it makes you feel.

 

First it was the tailbone

Then I scraped my finger

Next was a bruised thigh

and oh did it hurt

I wonder what clumsy action

will provide the new pain?

Dark brown liquid

in my mug which brings me joy

its my wake up juice

The place I feel happiest

is when I am at my friend’s house.

We talk, laugh and play games.

I feel comfortable and wanted.

I do not feel like a burden

or stressed out when I am there.

My house is not so comfortable

but that is because I have responsibilities

that need to be performed.

Am I able to drive through a thunderstorm?

Would I be willing to jump into a vat of sharks?

If asked to sign my finances away

would I be willing?

Could I step into a fire in order to get through it?

What would be the consequences of my inactions?

Or is it I am depressed

and the numbness won’t go away?

She has me trained.

She knows what the laser pointer does

and she knows the sound of when I pick it up.

She also knows where we usually keep it

so she will sit in front of the computer screen

and look at me

until I pick it up and play with her!

Does he want me to remember it

or would he rather I not acknowledge it?

I do not have a present

other than my love and well wishes.

He is getting older and is full of pain.

All I want is to be with him

and help him laugh.

But,

I also know if I try to force any unwanted attention

on him

he’ll be upset.

So,

do I try to celebrate his birthday or not?

One was a song

The other a grandma

The third a boat

but they all fill you with a sense of wonder

and you go into life differently

because if them!