Far easier to write a spot of poetry
Than to put a favorable spin
On washing clothes dishes and windows
More romantic to write of
The stars 
Candlelight 
Books in bed

Nothing much has happened to me today
But I did get to see a sunrise
And a sunset
And one happy dog in between
I did talk to a friend for two hours
And wish we were closer together
I did eat some mini Nilla wafers
Outside while the sun warmed me
And I will soon sink into 
My library chair
With a library book

I will continue to be thankful
For hot water
And indoor plumbing
And creature comforts
And try not to worry 
About the health of those I love
Instead I will trod on my path
And drink more water
As an example 

It is still winter
And will be for some time
But I am resting
And I am content 
In my cocoon of worn furniture and floors
I can wonder what it’s like 
To be someone else
To be somewhere else
Without wanting to

I can contemplate what may happen
Or I can wait and see
Go blindly forward
With no expectations 
Because that often ends in disappointment 

I like to think 
If I had a helicopter 
Things would be easier 
But I think
I’d have trouble with maintenance 
And waiting on it to warm up
Before I could fly away 
So I better stay here on the ground
With my dreams
And just be glad I was given roots
Instead of feathers
Because it’s better not to have any quit
Than to be taken for a whirl
On a fleeting breeze

I may not be able to do sums in my head
Or stitch a button on a shirt
Or change a tire
But I can write you a melancholy poem
That does not rhyme
And make you wish
The sun would come back out