Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes you have to realize that this life,
this life is all there is.
Not what you expected,
almost certainly not what you planned,
but there it is.
Sometimes life displays itself for you
in National Geographic wonder,
sometimes it gives you a muay thai kick to the face. 
Sometimes you have to have too much whiskey,
and some pop-tarts,
and read the night away when you should be sleeping.
Sometimes you have to note with cursory acceptance
that the squirrel at the bird feeder
is much more clever than you
and leave the 22 resting by the back door. 
Sometimes anger blooms
when you can’t remember planting the seeds
and the whole world,
except for you of course,
can live with themselves living outside the rules.
Sometimes the muttered expletive “shit”
holds more than disgruntlement
that the bathroom as well as your bladder is occupied.
Sometimes there is that perfect five minutes
when the rain first begins to fall,
when a kiss is transcendent,
and the last jigsaw piece is on the table
instead of hiding under it.