Katya and Larissa in Gorka village Russia, after picking raspberries
The Tenth Poem June 5, 2022
Sun outlines everything. We wait
for the first line to tell us what
we’re thinking, comment on who
we are, where we are on life’s
journey, and what comes next.
That’s the secret: we don’t know
the future. We can but wait for it
to show its face, reveal its pain
and joy. I think mine will be
more happiness than hardship.
People now help me more than
I expected. I get more than
I deserved. Two helpers
plant tomatoes in my garden.
Another cleans the crowded
refrigerator. I read favorite
authors. When I can’t sleep,
I have an early breakfast.
Later I sleep soundly and well.
I’m grateful.
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