It’s taken almost a full day
for me to come to grips
with the buzzing in my belly.
I don’t know what it is
but it’s a reminder I’m not
dead yet anyway.
I think it had something
to do with the big storm
last night that cut our power.
As I laid dormant beneath much fleece,
I had trouble counting blessings
because little terrors kept flying in
like cows and trailers in a tornado.
I thought about comets, potato recipes,
and wondered why that fancy office
chooses to smell like urinal cakes.
I gave thanks for my working legs
which I test now and again by
walking to where there’s more tea
and I bemoaned the lack of humility
in youth sports – parents anyway.
I asked myself how I could make the most
of each day as I whipped through
another game of Words With Friends.
I feel like this is life in-between.
I’m not stuck in the past but
I’m not too ambitious about the future.