© Sigmund David, Patient
“I do not mind getting my pants wet,” my son said,
As he slid down the slide.
It was damp–the first day of Autumn.
“Higher and higher,” he urged on the tire swing.
I did as he commanded.
Little boys (as well as little girls) are not to be dismayed
By not perfect conditions: Life is full of them.
I can get too comfortable in my house
With an overcast sky, crisp outside.
the couch is too inviting. it has not stopped raining.
Someone though, has forgotten to tell my son.
He has reminded me again: Life is full of drizzly days.
And the unexpected:
The bald eagle I had never seen before
Heading for Hawk Rock.
The magnificent sunset that caught me by surprise
In a place I did not expect to be,
For my mind and body are tired.
The ruby-throated hummingbird
That invaded my backyard in the rain.
Yes, life is full of drizzly days.
And four-year-old boys who teach their fathers
What they have lost in the quest for wisdom.