I'm not even certain what we are to do
with difficulty; difficulty that
haunts our waking and our meal making and our
hours at work and our cleaning up things even when
there are not small people to
care for anymore.
I'm largely uncertain how we may
encounter the uneasiness; sometimes
it seems our human brains are
just big enough to cause
problems and not enough to
be capable of sensing the
big picture.
In the meantime, there you are over there and
I'm here, still, making sense of my
fingers as they cut squash and
puzzle out the dusk
as it falls and falls again upon
one more irrevocably
glorious day.
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