14,440. IN A QUIET MOMENT

IN A QUIET MOMENT 

In a quiet moment like this I

can muse. I can stretch bounds

and think past common endings.

All over the place I roam. I can

only go slow now, and must be

deliberate; my days of froth and

fury are retired. One thing finely

noted: I don't need to have opinion

now, about anything at all.

-

The milkman, and the breadman,

they no longer come around or

call. Such unheard of things no

longer fit the bill today presents

for living. Now no one drinks 

milk anyway. It's an outmoded

thought from little-kid days. 

Now it's all almond or oat or

soy milk instead? Is that not

what they said?

-

In such a quiet moment I get

sad, over and over again. The

wife and I, both now ailing,

move on our steady ways, with

hope, as best we can. Right now,

she's in her book, identifying

bugs ('it's probably a 'swamp

darning dragonfly...') and I'm 

down here, just looking up,

and asking why. 

-

Another night portends; another

dark'ning sky.