This morning
I don’t have much to say,
it’s been a long week
and with all the work I do
I have emptied myself out,
perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad
if I filled with something else
but that’s not happening,
not this morning anyway,
so I will do the only thing I can,
I will wait, and while I wait
I will say to myself,
‘I’ve had a good life,
it’s nearly killed me
several times over
and probably will in the end
but still, I can’t complain,
I started as clay, turned into flint
and now I’m a pebble’
DF. W-S 2005 XXXIX/VIII
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