BardBliss: Flood

Lotus Bun by Marcy Hall

Listening to: I love the seemingly simple construction of their songs.

Today's Bliss Formula: A neighbor-friend finally got a new job that is more appropriate for his skill and experience levels. What a relief! Another neighbor-friend should be receiving his new Apple laptop today and I get to help set it up! Woot! A chipmunk was actually lounging near me and starring at me, and then a wren hopped over to my feet as I sat outside this morning with first-espresso.

Flood

It is with great anxiety
and humility that I hope
for the right balance
of sun and rain.

Unlike a farmer, my life
does not depend on the whimsy
of mother nature, but
I feel the same pain
when the vegetables do not
produce, the same joy
when we eat from the work
of our own hands.

The weight, the size
of my pain and joy
are what differs.
And so when I am able
to distract drought with my
garden hose, I pity
the farmer who can only
wring his hands in disgust.

But neither of us
can stop the downpours
and the inevitable drownings,
the root rot, the water-filled
fruits of no flavor.
In the rains, we are
in the same boat.

--christine c. reed