Today I am chewing cud, if you will,
trying to rid myself of trite-isms.
I’m looking for the silver lining,
hoping to find the pearl of the world
even thought most folks
don’t give a tinker’s damn
about trites. Yes, I am
categorizing, stereotyping my life,
if not yours, too, down-playing
the real metaphysics of life.
I’m somewhere between a rock
and hard packed clay, feeling all
my buttons being squashed.
I’ll start bible cracking my poetry
books looking for birth lines or life lines
in single lines, short phrases, simple or
complex words, because I know
ain’t no pot of gold at the bottom
of the robin’s nest, but maybe just
a kernel of truth somewhere
in the couch cushions. I’m chewing
all this over trying to find the angel
at the center, elusive though she may be,
non-existent you might even say,
but it’s a promising direction
if against the wind. Besides
Li-Young Lee says to look
for the universals and seek hope
in all life’s misery. I think I see that angel
in the next watermelon rind.
Melva Sue Priddy