Just doing what I gotta do to get by –

No real expectations or heritage to uphold, only inchoate private hopes or public dreams, at most a general longing to be a part of something, something important, something good and right and life-giving –

But not even much real energy for that, it ebbs and flows and ebbs, so that the everyday reality is more mundane and concrete and present, and that is where I live from day to day, from one situation or experience or crisis to the next

And, trying to make the long blank stretches in between into little projects and challenges, predicaments and adventures, domestic scenes and householder scenarios, not a yawning trough of despond


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