Random Spouts Of Glibness Poem by Amanda Saveley

And so I am content.
For the time being, anyway,
And I can't help but think that maybe,
Just maybe,
I could find something profound about today.

I used to find profoundity in everything.
Or was that profanity?
A little of both, I think,
And I refer in my mind back to the time where things used to be easy.
If they ever were easy,
As I, a child of maybe seven or eight,
Whose biggest struggle was balancing the gallon of milk
As I, already establishing my independence,
Was eager to fix my own breakfast

But milk spills and memories fade
And sometimes things don't go the way we anticipate.
What a sad thought that is,
As most thoughts are these days
And I remember thinking to myself,
'Does depression always come with age?
Is it another thing, like liver spots or laugh lines
Or worry wrinkles across the brow
That only deepen with time? '

Yes, I decided.
But I have found that other things deepen with time as well.
Love, for example.
Not to be confused with lust or infatuation,
True love deepens with time.
It leaves its mark slowly,
Like the crow's feet that appear around the eyes
Until one morning you wake up smiling,
Look in the mirror,
And are astounded to find out that hey,
You're still in love.
Except there is no ointment or botox treatment for love.

Let's face it, you're stuck
Like your feet in the puddles,
Your galoshes all soiled,
My friend, you are feeling the grit,
The mud between your toes
And even though it's gross and somewhat displeasing,
You decide to withstand it
Because you know it'll wash off eventually
And perhaps you even like it sometimes

And I think that's the thing about real love,
That no matter how many times you get your feet in the mud
You'll eventually wake up smiling
And are enabled to find the profoundity
(And even sometimes the profanity)
In everyday things.

And that you'll love even more.