Sometimes I’m of two minds. This poem expresses that. Each calendar day, I’m given the opportunity to choose despair or beauty.
The music slows, signaling the end of song
heart-beat dance-step someone laughs
you think ‘it’s not so bad’
but you feel as though maybe you missed the message
You might never wear those shoes again
it’s true you won’t
can you conjure up ‘however’?
Today the sun’s more slant
You feel winter blues slide in
think about what a fool you’ve been
what a fool you now are
talking to yourself in the autumn mode
forgetting your very lucky luck
you aren’t in Syria under bombs
your relatives aren’t in Syria
or Mozambique or in the back of a truck
you aren’t crazy or gun-crazy
full of rage
you have all your limbs you can write your name
you know your name
you know your children’s names
the song is ending
you know how to work the CD player
you can let the next one play or
play the first again
sing along
Love this more now than when I first heard it, Grace.