A LIFE DEVISED

 

Sitting in the tent thinking of our lives

While he practiced throwing sharpened knives

A battery-run kid’s phonograph played 45’s

And I then thought about the poem St. Ives

 

Guess I’ll never be one of those housewives

Chatting over coffee with friends feeling so alive

My life is just an education in how to survive

Sure feel like I’ve been luck-deprived

 

Oh, to have a home, garage and asphalt drive

And especially a garden with flowers, herbs and chives

But the inside of the tent’s definitely a dive

Still, my neighbors are silent trees and uncontrived

 

So the traveling life is a trade-off but revives

A feeling of freedom seen through old eyes

As a way of walking through stages of my lives

Perhaps this unpredictability is how I’ll always thrive…

 

© 2023 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)

IMAGE:  Trees & Tent (greenhouse)