Blessings :Ronald Wallace

Blessings

occur.

Some days I find myself

putting my foot in

the same stream twice;

leading a horse to water

and making him drink.

I have a clue.

I can see the forest

for the trees.

All around me people

are making silk purses

out of sows' ears,

getting blood from turnips,

building Rome is a day.

There's a business

like show business.

There's something new

under the sun.

Some days misery

no longer loves company;

it puts itself out of its.

There's rest for the weary.

There's turning back.
There are guarantees.

I can be serious.

I can mean that.

You can quite

put your finger on it.

Some days I know

I am long for this world.

I can go home again.

And when I go

I can

take it with me./

The book, by Ronald Wallace, is Long for this World. Published by the University of Pittsburgh Press, 2003, via a grant from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts. (See previous poem, A Hot Property.)