Choices

By Marian Glaser ©, October 2017

No one word describes this place. Minutes of peace

can be shattered by screams, groans or sobs.

Good food can be followed by freezer burned fish.

Seeing only the good or bad requires

using energy to ignore part of what exists. To live

without useless internal or external grumbling

is to win time and energy.

Each moment contains its mixture.

Do I prefer to concentrate on my aching side or

the bird singing on a branch near my window?

Do I prefer to feed the anger caused by a bell,

turned off and then ignored for twenty minutes

or my husband’s loving voice coming from

the fallen phone I retrieved painfully myself?

My choice.