Gratitude is tenuous. The phone tries
pressing the day into connecting puzzle
pieces--washing dishes, cooking the turkey,
familiar arguments and ennui.
The cool front knocks out the power
without scattering the roses;
we step into its damp porch-wake,
capsized into the chilly brightness.
And if it knocks again?
Answer the back door, barefoot.
Oh, I like this, especially capsizing and the ending.
ReplyDeleteAt first I misread the opening as "gratitude is tedious"!
This has the appearance--and as we know, appearances can be deceptive--of something mundane, a 'just another day in hell' feel that we all are familiar with right now, yet it also glitters with things beyond the physical threshold, with semblances and impacts that are born elsewhere, in the psyche, or perhaps the heart. Just beautiful. I especially like the line about the roses. Thanks so much for adding your 55, Chrissa, and may you have a kickass weekend, barefoot or not.
ReplyDeleteGratitude absolutely is tenuous! And I love your conclusion to, "Answer the back door, barefoot."
ReplyDeleteLove this ... just another day in paradise? Have a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteLove this... We live in our small world these days and gratitude has its ebb and flow.
ReplyDeleteWonderful!
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