Chuck Perrin

I know I’m strange
a flawed oddball piece of work
a stray weed creeping out from under rocks
roots running riot in the sandy composite below
somehow always finding sufficient moisture

adrift in shifting winds
wild seed tumbleweed
barreling down the road of existence
pursed
and determined to make it
to survive somehow

I take a breath – a taste of spring
a whiff of hopeful seasonal renewal
still there is a chill in the air
uncertainty
tentativity is all around
everything is poised to go so
wrong
but I try not to think about it
and just keep movin on