Sunday, March 15, 2009

The third unemployed morning

Cacophany of barking dogs
Has ripped me from a restless sleep;
The sun emerges from the east
And coaxes me to wakefulness.

A bus or truck is rumbling near;
It’s growing bright, a new day looms
With promise, light, and hope of—wait:
My husband got laid off last week.

Must find work.
Must find work.
Must find work.

2 comments:

Facie :-) said...

Yeah, today is Day 1 for me (I am not counting Saturday or Sunday). So far okay; grocery shopping on a Monday was pretty nice.

I am trying to be hopeful, but it is not easy; things are pretty rough out there.

I enjoyed your poem and your great one-liner in your last post. It is important to keep the humor up at a time like this!

:-)

Mel said...

hey facie--yes, humor and faith will see us through this. look at it this way: people are saving more money now in America than they have in years and years! so something good is already coming about from all the collapse. (or course, those of us who've been doing that for years are being punished... but hey, I'm trying to be positive here...)