Saturday, August 04, 2018

All the Little Nails - a poem.

Gutter guy installs new gutters
on old metal roof and pounds back in
all the little nails rattled loose
over years of weather
since most the work
is getting on the roof at all.

Such whack-a-mole maintenance appeals
to one so poor at installing and repairing.
I figure prevention is nine tenths of the law
so now I find and fix loose screws everywhere
like on thresholds, outlets, trim (and you too).

Likewise, I’d rather go to counseling
to get my hang ups hammered out
before a mental health meltdown.
You tell me I am brave for going
but I don’t really understand:

to me, bravery is wrangling broken gutters from debris
in the middle of a gusty storm
instead of sitting on the roof on a sunny day,
calmly pounding nails back in, one by one.
--Ellen H.
©Ellen H.

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