From the Cobwebs: Even Though

16JUL09

I have left them, these people whom I love
and I’m driving south toward the bed which
awaits me in my cozy home.
Tears are sliding down my face as I drive.
These tears are ones of joy and sorrow mingled together.
And I wonder—as Ron did—how a person can feel so many different
things so intensely and not explode?
And I wonder when things are finally going to get easier.
And I wonder IF things are ever going to get easier,
Or if I should just give up as a bad job my Pollyanna-ish world view
That everything is eventually going to be just fine.
You know--Just accept that it is a naïve pipe dream which will never come true.

And, I'll be honest, as I drive, those mingled tears keep on falling out of my eyes.
And the world keeps spinning, steadily, on her axis.
And I keep on driving down the road toward home.
Even though I’m crying,
I keep on driving.