Aren’t We Lucky?
“I love you”
Between two lovers
May get said
A thousand times.
Today my love
And I exchanged
I Love Yous
But she looked
This time into
My damp eyes
And added this:
“Aren’t we lucky?”
We are indeed.
naught need caught freed lot
we were nothingness and then we coalesced
from nova to planetesimal to moms and dads to us
..
then we had need after need
air water nutrition shelter love purpose
..
we were shanghaied into school systems
some thrived in captivity some were warped
..
we were freed when we were graduated
or let slip
..
now we do not tempt fate for fate is indifferent
but we wonder what place we hold
and what will happen
and how long we have
..
Our next-door neighbor has done voluntary yardwork for Donna without being asked, and turns us down when we offer payment. But when I offered her a drawing of her favorite flower she said OK.
My endeavors as a pencil artist have been fraught with stutterstep start-stopping. It is only when I get stubborn that, rusty and arthritic as I am, I put in enough time on a single drawing to get beyond the teeth-clenching frustration and into some true joy, building tones and feeling the image stir with life.
This drawing was only supposed to take a day or so, but I kept hesitantly scratching at it, almost throwing it away a couple of times. Now the graphite is finally beginning to cooperate, and the path to completion has clarified. Three or four more hours ought to do it, maybe, depending how the erasure phase goes.
Glad to be back yet again. Here’s hoping the next few days see a new, different drawing well started.
soldiers dig
trough becomes trench
and diggers hunker down and huddle
peek and fire
fortify and advance
dig in bug out die heroically
or inadvertently
with outmoded munitions
bought under entrenched conditions
to perpetuate a madness
that seems to be here to stay.
..
it is time to dig
a different way.
One with Clay, Image and Text 