Judy and Sheila Crump after a Gospel Sing in Moncure, part of our fight against coal ash dumping in our community a few years ago.
Being Wise Fifty-Four February 13, 2022
Orange light through the curtain
means time to get up. Another day,
another poem. Full daylight. I put
my shoes on, retrieve my library
book, toast bread, heat tea, turn off
some lights, turn on others. No one
told me I’d be given so much love
in my eighties. I’m grateful–or joy
from books I’ve read before. The days
pass slowly, inevitably, one after
another. I’m not forgotten. Painful
moments come and go. Then vanish.
They weren’t that important. I let them
go, think of friends far away. I’m okay.
I hope they’re okay, too.
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