oh my life

oh my life,

so lithe and lively,

glib and glorious,

I have found you

so convincing

from time to time,

and other times not so,

willing to let go.

What happens is

that yes

the sun does rise

and the snow does melt,

slide from bough

and scintillate,

whether I believe it

or no. So, too,

does night fall,

and sometimes I’m afraid

that’s all.

Ruth Ozeki, 2006