THE TOO-HARD PILE
Into the TOO-Hard Pile go
The miserable unanswerables,
The defiant, frowning head-shakers.
The Too-Hard Pile beckons to us even from the very bottom drawer,
Where we have stuffed it hoping to quiet that incessant chatter yelling
And all the while,
What we do know and what is precious
Is available, right in front of us, right beside us, right over there,
At the kitchen sink, on the rail trail, in the note which comes in the mail,
Calling to us to hear it, see it, hug it,
And let the Too-Hard Pile slumber and snore.
BJR October 3, 2021