I cannot write of redbuds and ladybugs
Not now
But I should strive to do better
For it is spring 
And you need to read something much lighter
Than my trials
I once had a high school English teacher
Who told us
“You must write of what you know”
And although I know of horses
I know of heartbreak better now

I know of trout fishing
I know of SEC Football
Well, I used to
I find it hard to care anymore
I know of standing in the surf
And feeling a crab run across my toes
And a jellyfish sweep past my calves
And tiny fish peck inquisitively 

I know of mosquitoes 
And still nights 
When I lay on a quilt in my yard
Watching the stars wink and sparkle
And the moon on its journey
And I want to be up there
On my own feathered wings
Or on silver ones

I know of many restaurants 
I know River Street and all its bars
I used to know all the names of Lisa’s goats
But my head can’t contain what I still know
It is focused on the other
And I have to get back 
Turn again, stalwart
Because that’s how I repair myself

Nobody is unhappy forever 
No one is always happy
It’s ups and downs
And rounds and rounds
And I what I want is immaterial 
Faster
Faster still
If you could just
Sit
You get one trip
Make it count

Love from Appalachia, 
~Amy