My body aches from the remnants of
the muscular flu and my heart aches at
the loss of my firstborn.
Life goes on and I am surely not
the first or last to flow through
this abyss where you
are not sure of anything.
The winter wakes you up.
Waves crashing make Ice Mountains
and the blowing wind drifts the snow.
You have to laugh because you see the work ahead.
Thinking is important and you work out your plan.
Then you carry it out, look it over, and give it
the finishing touches. Tools are put away and
then you lay down and cry. The body in grief, my body
in grief, and the sunset will not settle it down.
So life continues: We laugh, think, and cry
and should do so every day.
It must be a spiritual thing, but whatever it is it keeps
you balanced and ready to proceed with life. Winter,
although depressing for some, is a beautiful season and
we meet it as we can. The young play in it,
advancing their skills and improving their toys until
the day comes when you just seek out the beauty
which is satisfying and sound.
You are thankful in all of these stages.
Today the waves hit the ice-mountains and
the spindrift flies and delights.
There are not many birds as most things are
covered with snow, so they are where the
brush is thick and they can scratch for food.
The sun is trying to break through the clouds.
I can laugh: No January thaw this year.
I think it is okay for we will have an early spring
and I cry because I wanted to start from scratch.
Life unfolds and we endure with God’s help.
We go on because that is what we do.
Stanski
January 22, 2022 ^
Steve Haarman 