Sometimes, it seems like the world is awash
in a dark, foul murky liquid that seeks
a height just above the chin, and tastes bad
to boot; at times like these, when nothing goes
according to plan, or requires no cash
or something else you just don’t have on hand,
and the whole experience makes you cry,
wishing there was a rock to crawl under,
it’s nice to have a wonderful person
smiling right back at you in the morning,
who’s glad that you were born and thinks you’ll do.
Of course, that feeling is even better
when after a day of constant worry
you both laugh because the cold car started.
24 JAN 2003
