December 21, 2004
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Who knows? (a poem)
I know why some things irk me so–
The inattentive clerk,
The driver on the phone who runs my green,
The unexpected bill from deep left field.But why do some things please me so–
The branches of the winter-nuded tree
That closely echo patterns of my veins;
The drowsy stretch of kittens coming to;
The well-turned phrase of wifely wit
That ambushes my heart.Perhaps God works in some of this,
Perhaps a touch of love.
I do not know, or care.
I only feel, I simply see,
I merely marvel at the mystery.
Comments (4)
Is there a negative connotation, for you, in “crowing”? To me, “crowing” is just a more active or emphatic form of “crooning” to show pleasure. It’s something babies do, one of those universal instinctual human sounds like gasps and chortles. So, tell me, exactly what does it mean to you?
Some of my favorite critters on the farm were the roosters. I remember one particular bantam who was beautiful, proud, quick, funny and inspiring. He’d crow first every morning to wake the other roosters, and he was more attentive and alert than any of the others. All of his hens would be herded into the house before the first raindrops fell, and he was the first to give the alarm when a stray dog or a cougar came around.
That was a pleasant little trip down memory lane. I’m glad you reminded me. Now if only I could recall that little guy’s name….
Simple pleasures in life I take for granted you have brought out and made my eyes tear and my heart smile…SuSu is a very loved woman and you are a very loving man…much happiness to both of you…Sassy
Wifely wit – a lovingly poetic touch; not sure I ever experienced that one. Methinks it’s a side of creativity to grow more appreciative with age, health permitting.
Yeah, well, it helps if you have a witty wife.