Dogs 2015

MOWHERE MAN
(5/5/15)


feeling it

digging in

each step
moving
the old mower
through the thick
growth
of green
gets me
further away
from the everyday

from
the office

the traffic

the bills

from all
of that other
hopeless
helpless
hapless
trudging forward
with no hint
of perceived
progress

all
of those
fatal feelings
fade away
with each severed
blade of grass

with
each pass
of patterned
yard

it's magic

it really
is

a form
of lawn therapy
that focuses
my attentions
on matters
more mundane

life seems
entirely
within my grasp
once again

as it
will always be
as long as I
keep breathing

keep
pushing

over
one spring
and summer
I mowed away
a mother
dying
of brain cancer
and a pending
2 year incarceration
for a felony
DUI

I turn
back toward
the sun

a few bad
sales quarters
don't stand
a chance