Change

– a poem because it’s better as a blog

I am faced w a new beginning

Nothing in my material life will change:

Same money to pay for food and light,

Same beautiful partner I love,

Same pets whose fur delight and comfort me,

Same home, tho small, remains snug and lovely.

Same existential trap of running to live.

No, it is now about an emotional attachment.

Long thought dead.

I kept showing up,

And having my offerings deleted.

But here she is, doing what I know is her best.

She is trying. I can see her hands full of seeds.

I do not know if they are viable.

If they are rotten.

She’s never given me seeds,

And I cannot lift my hands to accept.