Her Email Says "How Are You?”
In my thirties I kept getting
things done, fixing the undone,
more than a little done in. I had
a drive to succeed, to please
others who shared that drive.
By forty I drove myself over
a mental cliff.
Now, in my late sixties, I don’t
recognize who I was then. I sit
ön the porch with my husband.
If we see a bluebird,
that’s quite a successful day.
I’m disturbed not by papers
that ache for attention but
by a truck’s thud breaking the calm.
That passes and a pink hollyhock
starts to puff open. The sky
is usually blue until clouds rush
above leafy trees.
- © Kenneth Pobo 2022
Kenneth Pobo (he/him) is the author of twenty-one chapbooks and nine full-length collections. Recent books include Bend of Quiet (Blue Light Press), Loplop in a Red City (Circling Rivers), and Lilac And Sawdust (Meadowlark Press). His work has appeared in Asheville Literary Review, Cordite, Brittle Star, Washington Square Review, Mudfish, Hawaii Review, and elsewhere.
Wonderful poem! Best way to calm my spirit.
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