Then, There are Those Days

There are those days, most of them in fact,

When I never give a thought to water pumped

And pressurized leading to the faucet, when I

Pay no attention to the AC stream of electri-

city which with the flick of a switch pours

Light into the room. There are those days I

Never notice the dumpster of trash being

Hoisted and hauled away. I take it for granted

That my shoes will be there resting beside the

Chair when I’m ready for my walk. Some days

I fail to give thanks for the sun’s loyal return,

Though I need its burn to warm and feed me,

To lead me in the right direction for the day.

The heart beats and I breathe automatically.

I turn the key in the ignition and damn, the

Car won’t start. I realize then, that is the least of

My worries. Am I grateful? Usually not. I’ve be-
come accustomed to the routine of having it all.

You were expecting me to say something

Profound, weren’t you? Well, as it is with

Most days, I won’t.

Chris Hanch  8-28-15