For no good reason, I’ve been moaning and groaning, feeling sorry for myself, and generally having an off day. Nothing like a little Billy Collins to bring me out of my funk…
Despair
So much gloom and doubt in our poetry/flowers wilting on the table,/the self regarding itself in a watery mirror.
Dead leaves cover the ground,/the wind moans in the chimney,/and the tendrils of the yew tree inch toward the coffin
I wonder what the ancient Chinese poets/would make of all this/these shadows and empty cupboards?
Today, with the sun blazing in the trees,/my thoughts turn to the great/tenth-century celebrator of experience,
Wa-Hoo, whose delight in the smallest things/could hardly be restrained,/and to his joyous counterpart in the western provinces,/Ye-Hah.
WomanNeverSleeps 
I’ve been in a similar funk. Hard to wallow after that though!
Love you. Hope you and yours have a blessed Thanksgiving.
Pat
Thanks, Pat. Same to you and yours.
I first heard Billy Collins on Garrison Keillor…reading a poem abut a dead dog. It was sad and funny at th same time, and I was an instant Collins fan. KLK
I think I’ve read that one, too, Kay Lynn. One of my favorites – although I thankfully can’t relate – is “Divorce.” He says so much with so few words…
Once, two spoons in bed,
now tined forks
across a granite table
and the knives they have hired.
That lost rider guy82s R1200R is a mess though. I would know, he is a former customer of mine at the shop. He always tries to make a big deal how he off roads that R while the GS guys don’t do enough off road. However his bike is testament to why you need the higher suspension travel along with more appropriate wheel sizes and types.