Sunday, October 29, 2017
Winter Coming
I don’t know how I ever did it.
Looking now outside my window at the coming
Winter,
Remembering those many years of
Working
in the cold, going out in the gray
Mornings,
layering the clothes and the resolutions:
Get it done,
Get this house built for these good people and then
Another one,
and another one, day after day, week after week, month after month,
Year
after year, cutting, sawing, nailing, flailing, sometimes
Failing,
to have a good attitude, like right now. I don’t know
How
I ever did it.
It couldn’t have been me that
Did it.
Must have been someone else who
Did it,
someone else who went out into that cold, someone else who is
Stronger
than me because I am not
Strong.
Surely it was someone who knows more than I
Do
about how and why and when and where all this seasonal cycle and this
Life
fits together into some kind of sense. And now I
Feel
that I can not do it again, cannot
Go
through another winter, even though it is easier
Now.
At this moment it doesn’t seem easier because . . . well I don’t know
Why;
But I do know this. I do
Feel
that someone else will have to
do it now, because looking out there just now with the snow flurries I can’t see
How
I could have done it, or how I can ever do it
Again.
Someone else will have to
Do it
from here onward.
King of Soul
Labels:
discouragement,
life,
poem,
poetry,
seasons,
seasons changing,
tiredness,
winter,
worn out
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