Muir found himself in/
Yosemite. I need to/
find me up Mud Creek.
Then I remembered
what I had,
and who,
and arose out of my pity bed,
sprang to the kitchen,
pre-heated the oven
and made cookies
and my traditional
sweet-smelling apple crisp
for my mother.
The most important/
Game of the year and one huge/
Fan doesn’t care much.
Death
of my
battery.
When your mother
keeps the car trunk light
on
for 2 days,
that’s what happens.
And what Chrysler engineer
had the idiot idea
to put the battery
in the driver’s-side
wheel well,
behind a splash guard,
with no easily-accessible
screws?
Stupidhead.
I was furious.
45 minutes
and 2 screws out,
6 to go,
I was worse.
I walked home.
I was cold.
I was angry.
Then I met the guy
who was a few blocks away
from getting on the freeway.
He stopped at a stop sign,
and his axle on his old van
broke,
and his front wheel
fell off.
And he was grateful.
“It could have been
so much worse.
I was blessed.”
He was right.
And now I’m grateful
and blessed.
My motor blew up./
I’m upset. Then I recall:/
She lost her husband.
We are world changers,/
perspective rearrangers,/
helping others see.
My stylist screamed “NOOOOOOOO!!”/
at my no-glasses photo./
She saw my buzz cut.
The wheels clack and moan./