Thoughts
By Sara Metcalf Leach, High Desert Branch
Always drowning in a mediocre, pleasant day
but swearing not to tomorrow. Reveling in memories
of the last days of agrarian peace. Cherishing my father’s
mind’s eye. Sorry Dad. Inhumanity will always
resurge. Over and over and over, Dad
Turns out that true vision is preferable to
sweet days of oblivion.
Which explains acceptance of powerlessness.
Which explains lack of wanting hope.
Which explains pleasure in the moment.
Which explains boredom with your neurosis.
Which explains the loss of my neurosis.
Step outside and look at the sky.
How silly we are, trying to harness the wind.
Fortunately for socalwritersshowcase.com,
Sara Metcalf Leach has contributed often to our pages.