Sunday, August 30, 2020

#BlogElul Day 10

Count


Each day I count my tomatoes,

check to see a change from green 

When I walk up and down hills

my watch counts my steps, my pulse

rate, distance in miles, time—

It keeps a record of my longest walk,

my speed—even calories used

If I  count those times, 

I let myself down—an errant word,

hyperbole, a reconstructed story 

with missing parts, and the times I

looked away, invisible to myself—

too busy to count the hollow 

places in need of repair


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