A Big Ole Lettin’ Go
has been hankerin’ . . .
If up were down and down were up
life wouldn’t be such a divine dustup
but my hilarious heavenly higher-up
says up’s lettin’ go as down gets jacked up.
Didn’t start out this thorny and hard
took years to get so jaded and scarred
diving down foxholes of wily canard
medley of mishaps I must now discard.
Autumn bounty, no crunch to my apple
such are scrappers I manage to scrapple
the vexations with which I daily grapple
are leading right to the lettin’ go chapel.
Up on pebble precipice above starlit sea
wondrous kelp curlicues are untangling me
how many more years can I fail to be free
a ponder without a nuance of third degree.
It’s like sunrise insists that I remain nude
to savor dreamy madness that she imbued
into a dandelion puff I exhale my brood
a lettin’ go interlude dispels a dark mood.
