Fare-Thee-Well
with women
there’s always
something
beneath the surface
things we don’t say
things we put away
sometimes, it’s jest
too exhausting
to explain
so, we speak
of simple things
that don’t need much
of an explanation
we stick to our lists
our relentless lists
of things to do
the short list
the long list
the in-between
the maintaining
of it all
some women
make it look
so effortless
the organized ones
the planners with purpose
I admire them their fortitude
women try their best
to maintain
a sense of balance
in an unbalanced world
we do this in degrees
some days better
than others
we recharge by the sea
when possible
drawing strength
in the quiet morning
air
and the twinkle night
of stars
exercising the mind
and body
the very spirit of one’s soul
should be
more than an idea
or an ideal
but rather
a tangible day-to-day
habit of being
that centers ourselves
for whatever
may befall us
such is life
so much joy
and so much sorrow
in the drop
of a tear
that rolls away
like the rain
on a wedding day
a funeral
or a parade
in the garden
where the roses
bud and bloom
and weep
into a dried wreath
that hangs on the door
or the cover of a coffin
to say hello
or goodbye
fare-thee-well
TL