One Day at a Time
Don Hynes
One Day at a Time
Full of darkness, the empty house
haunts the barren fields,
with briars closing
the hot air presses down
on the bake cracked earth;
animals burrow down in their burrows,
everything descending for relief.
Why is their joy in his heart?
Why is he looking up?
His grandson snared in the falling energy,
he sees him as his spirit intended
not deceived by the brutal summer.
This should be the season of abundance
yet the only riches he knows are within,
each movement guided by an inner map,
each day according with the sacred calendar.
Some call it faith, others blind stupidity.
He knows his uncertainty
like the trails above the creek bed
but his vision does not waver
from the path forward
revealing itself one day at a time,
the crucible his inner fire,
his covenant long standing.
Don Hynes