I’m talking those days when we’re dazed , Cousin
“Under the weather,” weak and challenged,
Days when we find no tools beneath that
Seductive cloak of hopelessness.
We all wear the cloak,
Curse the cloak;
Sometimes we care for the cloak:
Retreat into the embrace
of warm, wooly, isolation,
Where we count and recount
Our personal prickly pieces:
Isn’t! Always! NEVER!
It doesn’t have to be like that, Cousin!
Unless you like it like that,
Or when your worst fear is:
It Is What It Is and That’s That!
Here’s a tip to turn the ship
Around and around and around
Until your personal sun warms
The cockles of your heart,
And your very singular soul.
Go give a little something nice away
To the next three people you see:
A nod of your head and a smile;
Hold the door to the store wide open:
A gift to the harried mother, or
The elder with a tender shoulder.
Or the curmudgeon who thinks
The whole world stinks:
Go ahead! wreck his day!
Stretch for the can of tomato soup
For that short fat woman in the grocery;
Try peeky-booing at the smiling baby
Strapped on Daddy’s back:
A deliciously secret and fleeting
Tiny love affair and because of YOU
A budding human now believes
This world really is her oyster!
How can you now not feel not noticed,
Appreciated, valued and loved by one and all,
Especially by yourself.