2006/gray

Gray Sunday
morning,
I pick the
discarded news-
paper from
the floor,
wheat from the
chaff,
Columbus Day
sales and
circulars –
do they use
that word
any more? –
the sections
you don’t read
and place them
in the basket,
nearly full,
day before trash
pick up.
You wake up
glum,
the day fits
your mood,
as does
our life,
where it’s harder
and harder
to have fun.
Never mind
meaning.
The simple necessities
of life a struggle
against complication
for me.
This week a
file cabinet
it has taken
all week
to acquire.
Modern life
is not easy.
I’m reading
about the hunter
gathers.
I’ve always envied
how it took them
only three to four
hours a day for
survival,
and the rest was spent
on spirit and play.
They were happy
in their bands –
how do we know
that?
They didn’t
leave letters
and journals,
and so didn’t
need to file.

10/8/06