On a day when the world
asks too much of me
and I don’t know how to give it,
I think of the squirrels
at the feeder when I was a girl.
Dad hung the feeder
on a squirrel-proof wire.
Dad set the feeder
on a squirrel-proof pole.
Squirrels found a way.
Surely there’s some squirrel in me,
some chattering tenacity,
some bushy-tailed resolve.
If I can’t be courageous and brave,
then let me at least be stubborn.
Surely inside this aching heart
is a scamperer willing to try again,
to try again, to meet disappointment
and failure and exhaustion
and try again, again.
Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer, wordwoman.com, December 31, 2020
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