sometimes
I sit
in any room
in my new house
and just gaze
out the window
I am completely
amazed at the calm
and
quiet here
the place is surrounded
by big
old cedars and pines
the kind of cedar
that reminds me of
weeping cedars
of Alaska
and the Scotch Pines
with the big long needles
I am humbled
by the changes
in my life
this year
after the pain
of losing
so many
so called
friends
and then
the death
of my daughter
and now the delight of
the new job
the new car
the new home
the new job extension
I find myself
in a place
that is
curiously
without
strife
rancor
or
anguish
I’m not sure
I know how to behave
Even the Pickle
is getting
a bit of an overhaul
I’m slow
with the unpacking
I’m terribly tired
most of the time
but I know that’s the drugs
so I go with it
I’m going to hire
someone to do the
big cleaning
regularly
once I get
some semblance
of organization
here
my father
was in a pretty
horrendous
accident
yesterday
and even that
seems to be
working out ok
I seem to be
quoting
my dad
a lot
these days
but…
“Life is good!”
