surprised by being still alive, this
Surprised by being still alive, this
Was the part of my life I hadnít planned for.
When the everlasting rolling energy you grow to depend on
Fades; gray stakes its claim in the hair falling down
In the barber chair,
What is, more and more a repetition
Of the previous day.
Itís as if
My guardian angel
Grew bored with me,
My idiocy, recalcitrance, and finally decided:
Just show him the most important thing every day,
Just stuff it right in his face.
The smile of my wife, her green eyes, each day.
Those extremely tiny socks, putting them on
My daughterís 5 year old feet.
The black dog asleep in back of my knees.
I sat in my car at a stoplight today,
And wondered at the grass
Growing on each side of the concrete sidewalk.
I suppose it has to be miracles every day,
Over and over, until you know no going.