Some would say that dragging my 79-year-old terminally ill mother on a road trip, totaling 3,781 miles in 16 days across 11 states, was a bad idea. But here’s the thing…
It was her idea. Continue reading
Long distance running
To where, exactly?
Persistent roar
Dissatisfaction
Expressed through
Various media
Punctuate an otherwise
Mundane life
“Ain’t nothin’ going on but the rent”
Wisdom from a black woman’s mouth
I do not understand
Explain it to me
Yes, nothing going on
Work and home
Work and home
Weekend and beer
Work and home
Punctuated by anxiety
Of my friends and family
Set on uneasy ground
Sold self-dissatisfaction
Told to blame their neighbors
Different ones
For whatever their current
Woes may be
I cannot change the world
I can only change myself
Only in small ways
I can focus on the
Gaping maw of greed
Ever hungry for what
My flesh
Can and will produce
Or, I can
Sit by a hospital bed
Hold the hand of the helpless
Tell the people I love
I love them so
-Copyright C.M. Mounts, August 2017
