Word Play

Went for a ride in the FJ40
Open to the ocean air and chilly wind
With bundled up Breanna
sitting in the jumper seat–
All of us feeling young again.

I love that rule of opposition–
And work is grand
if for nothing else than
to remind us of how good
times are
and keep us hoping for the best.

A lyrical bird tweeted in my ear
that song of yesterday–
“You’ve got to know the good
to understand the bad
You’ve got to be happy to know when you are
sad–it’s called opposition, my friend.
Opposition.”

I really like the glad days.

And stop thinking a poem has to be sophisticated
to mean something worthwhile,
she says to herself
chidingly.

Wrap up your hair on these windy rides
Else knots will be your undoing.