My Level of Satisfaction

As water seeks its own level,

so must I. Sometimes I find

myself submerged in life,

somewhat below the line.

I try jumping up or climbing

onto the next rung only to see

that which I hope for yet never

seem to reach.

I suppose I am fine should I

not fall or on bended knees

have the need to crawl.

I have seen some who jump

up out of the gutter and walk

curbside going where the side-

walk takes them, whistling

cheerfully as they go.

Whistling can sometimes be

annoying and shrill. Personally,

I hum a lot to myself. It seems

to help.

People look at me strangely,

and I smile. I find it’s damn

near impossible to smile while

you’re whistling. Try it sometime.

Chris Hanch 3-18-19