The Little Words Mean the Most

 

we are

we wait

calling migrating monarches to munch

our acre of milkweed fields undisturbed

 

we hope

the June/July fireflies came on schedule

flaring matches against the stars

i wish john had seen it

city boy died in 2018 of liver failure

we are

we know

mortal is all

unless

 

unless

we are

we wait

we expect

 

now every morning

we swear to awake to

to promise

to some promise

to any promise we'll keep until tomorrow

 

 

LEDE: I always assumed it would all turn out normal

 

[book in progress]

 

My First Real Kiss / And Last Days

I always assumed it would all turn out normal.

Whatever that might be. That was the gift from my parents and my hometown and my family. That normal was here, commonly available, at anyone's fingertips. You had to try; not a lot; just enough to get by.

I must say, though, looking back 72 years: it turned out harder than I suspected.

But what are you going to do?

Organisms are organisms. Values are values. Infrequently do they agree.