“here i am again, stuck in this rotary
so many exits i could take, but
they keep alluding me…”
my friend b. used to come amost evey monday
sit in the sun on my kitchen couch and play my old washburn,
while one, then two, then finally all three of my kids sat at our feet.
we’d hash out the lyrics to songs he’d bring partially formed in his head.
he hadn’t been by in ages.
life gets like that.
then yesterday he & his dog reappeared
on the back porch.
with his latest cd
like a secret inside joke,
because the songs are really good, as is the production.
yet i know that more than half the tunes on the disc were chiseled out
with the low bass hum of my fridge in the background and at least one interruption
for a dirty diaper
or some similar need.
most of life just doesn’t show
in what we call accomplishments.
it really is all the other moments in between.
‘need’ taken from 12:21 of first corinthians.