What to Make of It

Yesterday, I wrote a piece about standing

in line, and it got me nowhere. And the day

before that, I said something or other about

the day before that.

Got me nowhere again. I didn’t get here to

where I am strictly on the merits of my deeds.

Were that the case, I wouldn’t have made it

this far. And occasionally that thought crosses

my mind.

Today, I tell myself, today, the first day and the

last. I awake with a blind eye, and all these im-

ages come to mind. Sometimes there seems to

be no rhyme to reason for me.

And then to cap it all off, from out of the blue,

these vivid figures appear clearly as can be—

Snakes in the grass and sassafras tea! How in

hell does one respond to that?

Some will claim, sheer insanity. I for one happen

to be okay with that. And, as for tomorrow, we’ll

just have to wait and see, won’t we?

Chris Hanch 10-9-19